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when i was young
i never dreamed of
fame and fortune-

lily squints at the
current bun..
we sit in the garden-

but for some
it is ****** upon them-
do you recall bill and ben?

they were little men
constructed of flower pots and
when the gardener´s back was turned

left their shed and wandering
and wobbling around
in their own eden

causing havoc and having fun!
making little sounds
of wonder and when

(look!ben a wheelbarrow!get in?!
and if the wheel should unhinge
and we go tumblin´..!!(flobalobn)

the gardener would arrive home!
but before the gate latch opened
(and it was a close thing?!)

oh, the tension..(their anonymity
must remain a secret for us
children-)

!little ****-
a sun flower lying in
the dust straightened and in her beautification
gave warning..

like...weeeeeeeeeeeed!!!??
the boys ran and climbed in pots
either side of her..alors!

i wanted to be little **** is
my point-
well you certainly smoke enough..