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What's this Gate a Meta For?

Amidst a field, an ancient gate
Freshly painted, full foursquare,
Demands the casual walker wait
And wonder what it’s doing there

Intrigued, the walker takes the bait
And, checking first no-one’s around,
She opens and steps through the gate
And vanishes without a sound

Pointy Poems, Poems with a point
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