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Not Elves, Exactly

Not Elves, Exactly by Michael R. Burch Something there is that likes a wall, that likes it spiked and likes it tall, that likes its pikes’ sharp rows of teeth and doesn’t mind its victims’ grief (wherever they come from, far or wide) as long as they fall on the other side. Keywords/Tags: Wall, Walls, Border, Borders, Fence, Fences, Barrier, Barriers, Spike, Spikes, Pike, Pikes, Teeth, Barbed Wire, Victim, Victims, Grief, Race, Racism, Prejudice, Discrimination, Injustice, Trump, ICE, Mother, Mothers, Child, Children, Baby, Babies, Father, Fathers, Parents

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