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The Fence
I dreamed I sat atop a fence,
watching two yards keeping score;
one spent days carefree and happy,
the other, in conflict and war
it seems most make this their purpose
choose your yard, then build a life;
but my rage is too sharp for peace,
and my love too soft for strife
watching two yards keeping score;
one spent days carefree and happy,
the other, in conflict and war
it seems most make this their purpose
choose your yard, then build a life;
but my rage is too sharp for peace,
and my love too soft for strife
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