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Chain Fence
Grated tin grating profusly
lined wired
for ever spanning tired
the pirch of birds
and the divider of the home
the net of the pig
the end to where the buffalo roam
Forever being mettalic flesh
some call me transarent
others caught with in my mesh
I am the fence of chain,
built link by link
caught inside my dilema
Kink after Kink
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Sorry I was bored heh heh
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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