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Apr 2020
**** plays puma and we
imitate the adults, lug
dress-up trunks and a bag
(stored for later)

to the bushes, for the party
with lots of ditchbeer and sand
pastries, carrots, lemonade
and old-fashioned fun

uncle Francis flirts with the girls
the baker laughs at his jokes
mama is the boss at the bar and
the neighbours comment

After three rounds it's really bedtime
for the little ones: just wait
until you're grown up, then you may
party as often as you like
Collection β€œWebgarden”
Zywa
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Zywa
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