Oh, I liked to run along a boundary.
It's length I didn't measure.
The boundary itself was tempting.
That was what I treasured.
A tempting run,
A fast, guick run.
An ambitious run,
Made the boundary dazzling.
Why was I enthralled by boundaries?
Because there was a temptation,
Of crosssing-over,
When I was told I couldn't.
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