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Nov 2021
Back in the days when fences were constructed to lean on
I had my fathers smile my mother's apron now they're gone
Along with brother's camera and his filming laughter reels
Along with sister's bumbling ways and admiration reals ...

Fences are made to keep in or keep out.  Sometimes    
Erecting them can be a way of protecting or rejecting
No one knows the power of a fence more then those who
Crossed the holocaust fences and survived.  Fences can be
Easing posts for friendship or wired spokes with big fat  
Signs that say " Keep Out" it all depends what side your on

Back in the days when my dad build a fence for grapes and vines
I knew what belonged to other people and what was truly mine
Along with my cat, my bird, my three ring binder and my fence  
Along with my heart and my soul, I knew what to let in, hence ?
vienna bombardieri
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vienna bombardieri  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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