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can't be penetrated,
Peepholes do not exist, You cannot look around me. Nor see through me, as you wish. You
cannot sneak in from behind,
Nor dig up from underneath. There're no toeholds to help you climb, My foundation is complete. When
solid walls like me are built,
It oft leaves people sad. No one gets in; no one gets out, And, alas, that's very bad. Everybody loses,
The builder most of all. Even God the Father weeps, He's not happy with man's walls. I must
be demolished,
I must be reduced to rubble. My only claim to fame, it seems, Is in causing people trouble. So,
blow the trumpets; tear me down,
Release the man within. Soulless souls do walls create, Let he who's out come in. Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
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