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Building a Fence and Smoking Cigarettes
I passed two men who were
building a fence
Cigarettes on their lips, work-stained
old hats
Spirit level, carpenter square,
calculations
The morning frost hard-worked
into honest sweat
I passed two men who were
building a fence
Its posts and rails strong-muscled
into place
And hammered against the
autumn hurricanes
With nails of steel, extruded
steel, bright steel
I passed two men who were
building a fence
With hands and tools and strength
and uncommon sense
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