Anyway, I was writing a letter to the darling Mei-Jing and just got her to send this back to me.
The Fence
A flimsy wall of old grey wood
broken, battered
shot will arrows, stabbed with knives
It'd fall over it could
but it does it's job of keeping us in
safe from the world but trapped within
covered with ivy and sagging in places
it holds a small bubble of stone and gravel
It hides many thing that would make a good tale
These who are older jump right on over
while on some days if you peek through a crack
you might see the face of a child looking back
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