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The Fence
My enemy lives over there:
In the house across the road.
Not long ago, I knew him well;
But no longer. Sad, really.
He and his son helped me lift
That big oak dining table
On to our garden terrace.
What a job! And what a night
We had, of fun and frolics.
Now times, like looks, have hardened,
And yet, once, we were firm friends.
Then they came and built that fence.
...Saturday 7th June 2025 9:22 am
Degradations
The putty on the antique frame
Is crumbling in my dreams;
The richly patterned tablecloth
Comes free at all its seams.
The neatly-tended flowerbed
Turns wild and overgrown;
Once-pristine grassy spreads of lawn
Are patchy and unmown.
The wondrous spectrum of our world,
Its subtle, shifting slants,
Gives way to cheapskate slogans
And simple-minded chan...
Saturday 14th December 2024 8:37 am
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