Chapter Sixty-Two
The White Picket Fence In the rustling of the leaves
And the beauty of the Fall There stands a quintessential hominess Enwrapped in classic perennial charm Few among the things That touches the heart Like the white picket fence. A simple structure An effective boundary Embracing a welcomingly warmth To its weary traveler Who on homeward bound, Passes through its gate.
Time drains through days As through the body flows Unnotic...
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