Sitting on the Fence A Poem

Sitting on the Fence When I lived on the farm We had a cool wooden fence Which over the years became Weathered and splintered. I found out the hard way That one gets themselves Gently off a splintered fence. Perhaps that is why in things Such as my faith And my politics I don’t even try to sit On a splintered fence… Thena


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