A plank of wood is begging me
To save it from the fence
Where many planks of wood reside
As strutting guard impediments
Something special seems to radiate
Not too easy to explain
How a plank of wood has understood
To not be used against the grain
I’ve removed it from the timber pile
Placed with care for better use
Where I can freely walk around the plank
Discussing what we’ll now produce
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