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ageless fences built so high

to unknowingly house

whoever so chose to live behind such

gates corralled like a farmer's cows

the hermit in his time favored the

cold, dark huddle of his privacy

in a cave

the potter spun his magic clay

creations on the fine circular fire

like surface of his potter's lave

as well where dear Puff crawled off

to be left forever alone

the penniless sharecropper in his

shabby sod hut had to share whatever

he had sewn

music is borrowed too often from an

individual's experience in the pain

of his past

sports cars are built for speed but

rarely do they last

where hides the poignant heart as the

weary head ponders such far left field

methods of muse

boredom shirks whatever the current

responsibility it is given to lend mind

and pen the mutual bond they need to

further create so to confuse...............

(Feb. 7, 1994 pm)