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I should try to mend a few 'Broken Fences'

but perhaps I fear that I am unable

too many hearts have already broken by falling from

this life's precious table

'and they lived happily ever after'

lives only between the yellowed pages of some softly

spoken child's fable

hatred is the rust that rotted out the ridge pole

of love's gilded gable

I cried that one night so long ago when I wasn't

allowed to be returned

I remember the tears being hotter than fire on my

pale cheeks and they left a cold trail where they had

once burned

what a strange thing to recall after so many years

have slipped so silently by

what a pity I can remember so little leading up to the

events of that night that I wanted to so desperately

die

the mind can be so very kind

just as GOD had intended it to be

when he had it conceived and designed

that must be a blessing

but of course I am only guessing.............

(written Aug 27,1992 am)