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napowrimo post 16.

chort jivot vozliy menya

When they arrived it was just four,
friendly, waving, chatting.
Then five, Then six, seven ten!
Loud, crude, revolting.

It became warm, we love the outdoors,
backyard patio, Puppy on a leash.
Their young ones too loved the out doors,
jumping fences, freeing the dog.

A solution was needed to remedy this quandary,
a fence, a wall, a barricade.
They built one up, It now stands seven feet tall,
white, solid, solitude.

No longer do they come to our yard,
separation, privacy.
But at night, we hear them loud and clear,
laughing, annoying.

the wall was not tall enough to keep out their voices,
Fences good neighbors does not always make.

H.

(The title is Russian, written in English letters so the translation might be a bit off It should say "The devil next door")