The Big Front Yard

No, sir, you can't come in. It's my house, buddy.
So what if my front door leads far away?
That doesn't make it yours. Your shoes are muddy;
Get them off my porch. They came to say
They'll trade ideas. They didn't come to you.
It's my front door, and where it opens ain't
Your business. It's my property. My view
Might look on other worlds, but that can't taint
My right of property. I say it's mine,
And you can't enter it if I say no.
I like these newcomers, I like them fine,
But unlike you they know when they should go.
I'll talk to 'em, and dicker. It's not hard.
But you won't ever see my big front yard.

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