The Old Blue Doors.
They're not pretty, they're not new,
They're neither grand nor stately.
They get brief looks from a passing few,
Those blue doors appear so lonely.
Yet if for a while, you'd take time to stop
And pause for an unhurried gaze,
Those sturdy blue doors at the old quiet shop
Will fill you with a daze.
A Spoonful of Malaysian Magic
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