The Fence



Her name was Jenny Pickles,
and when life was less intense,
she’d share her peena budda jwelly samich,
and kiss me through the fence.

A princess and her faithful thane,
we’d hold court upon the lawn,
but with time and tide and circumstance,
the kingdoms lost and gone.

Now and then I think of her.
and when life gets too intense,
I go back to yesterday,
and kiss my Jenny through the fence.

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