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THE WELL WROUGHT GATE
I observe the well-constructed gate
In the front of my decaying house,
Wonder
Why
The tree was cut,
Why was the wood was sawed,
Why were the nails were hammered?
I ask why this beautiful gate
That required
So much labor to build.
Why this gate
When there is no fence?
Duane Locke
Posted over on Storymania
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