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Fences
Fences, long and tall, cold and hard,
Wrapping around your lush and fertile garden.
Of what use are they, mind I ask you?
They do now keep out rabbits, for rabbits will dig under.
They do not keep out deer, for deer will jump over.
They do not keep out crows, for crows will swoop down
from on high.
They do not keep out insects, for insects will pass through and I
do not lie.
Again what use are fences?
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