The Wall
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Barry Middleton
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Not much room behind the wall,
a secret garden meek and small.
There a hermit takes his chair,
his frail protection from all care.
A stranger on the planet Earth,
bewildered since his day of birth,
retreated there to try and heal
the wounds of all of time's ordeal.
For living life was filled with pain,
the only choice was to abstain
and build the wall and only share
with those who took the other chair.
And few were those he ever graced
with refuge in his cryptic place.
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