By: bobbymatchbox
Jan 13 2012
Tags: fences, green man, lost and found, lost gloves
Category: fence, gloves, orange, poems, Rubber, wall
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Minus the tree
What fruit that gladdens the hearts of man than that born from the citrus fence of old, ’tis forever ripe in glory and thine eyes strike bold.
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