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The Old Observatory
The main entrance I knew to disregard:
Those big bronze doors had long been locked and barred;
Leaning my bike against “Do Not Loiter”,
I set out on foot to reconnoiter.
Weeds delayed my circumambulation
As I thrashed about in consternation:
Not a door would yield to my strength or weight—
No entrance or exit or service gate.
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