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Once upon a time,
There were no fences and no gates.
Neighbours popped in and out,
Children came and went.
Then came a time,
When people wanted privacy,
Neighbours respected that.
Children no longer felt welcomed.
Instead of bridges,
People built fences.
No matter how beautiful they look.
They are still cold hard things.
I am glad I live in a neighbourhood,
Where fences are few and far between.
My neighbour's kid drop in to play.
My son feels equally at home in my neighbour's house.
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