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Apr 2018
The rows of backgarden fences looked much the same
Crumbling and split wooden planks, large tree roots
Dividing up the length and making mysterious entrances
Where rather dilapidated gates, latched firmly,
So animals could not stray,
Allowed for the start
Of magic.
Out of all these fences one belonged to my grandparents and
Through which our travels to Narnia began.

Love Mary x
Written by
Mary Gay Kearns  65/F/Hertfordshire , UK
(65/F/Hertfordshire , UK)   
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