Bunch of strangers' everyday stop by...alike sliders
To my little cottage, built near to sea side
And each time, blow down the wooden doors
Which I tend to open, for any mysterious road riders
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being an 'older' person, and not attuned much to 'social media', AND not used to finding meaning in symbolism, i did not understand the poem, and therefor was not likely to enjoy it. the Poet's Notes helped to assure me that neither you nor i am crazy. bri :)