Gates

April 3, 2011
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Built up high and built to last
Built to cover up and mask
Only there to block the way
And stand between so they can stay

Forewarning those who intend to intrude
Adorning those who pretend to exclude

The rust that collects inside the cracks
Resists and tries to counteract
And with the winds that whisper wit
They bring fixed forces to attack

If colossal gates refuse to glide
Within becomes no place to hide
They start to shake and crumble at last
and now together in light we bask





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