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White Picket Fences

Never seen a fence I didnt want to climb.. walking around all hungry without even a dime. nothing to big or too small, to short or too tall, I new i could climb.. seems like when it came to that white picket fence.. I lost track of time.. how it got its fame???? but i see how it got its name.. On the other side, they said we are to blame.. The greeters in white sheets, and came with their treats... With bombs in their hands, we were praying at their feet.. never seen that side, of the white picket fence but if i do , i would expect they would want the same hospitality????

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