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FENCING

By Kia Maggie

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It’s an odd one.

A fence guarding nothing

yet standing proud

existing.

 

Soaked from lashing

absorbing personality -

Everyone’s favourite.

Everyone’s favourite.

 

Hands pass over

to feed greedy paws

makes for heavy limbs

 

and staying rooted

in the spot

that more points

to pointless than

 

well, pointless.

 

 

 
 

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