I have been sold plastic gold twinklets
by Bedouin children at Beersheba
I have collected eggs from squawking hens
under some azure Hasolelim Kibbutz sky
I have seen the inclarity of the religiously saved
at Meir Sheerim
But I have never crossed the green line
I have been to Safed, which lit a fire for the New Moon
in the Second Temple
I have been adopted by 2 families in Ashkelon
one ostensibly poor
the other deemed rich
But I have never crossed the green line
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