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Apr 2014
Living in a large house
With a white picket fence
With my husband
And our two children
With a puppy
Running around our land
At least that's the dream

First we painted
Our fence yellow
We had two happy
Healthy kids

Then things
Turned blue
Between me and you
Then the fence turned too

When things got bad
When it was almost over
Things turned red

That fence that
Was originally white
Has faded to black
Everything that
Could be is now dead
white is the American Dream yellow is happy blue is sad red is anger and violence and black is the end
Written by
Desert Rose
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   alexis, --- and betterdays
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