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Eden's Graffiti
The old widower kept a tidy yard. Bright flowers -snowball hedges, a sparrow house and apple tree gnomes chasing ceramic frogs pinwheels spinning sunlight round and round silver dreams. He put a picket fence around his little Eden, like an artist framing a masterpiece. It wasn't long before the graffiti ogres wormed in. They inked a scruffy tattoo on his Mona Lisa kicked in a few of her teeth. Turned her into" The Scream". He painted over those angry scribbles, but they kept pace. His glitter garden was overrun by hate, The ogres stepped up the assault, slashing another petal of his peace. He finally caved in , took down the remains of the fence... one night he had a big bonfire, One by one he fed his defaced masterpiece to the flames. Afterwards, he didn't frolic in the yard as much, the hedges grew wild like green afros on fire. The breeze shunned the pinwheels frogs and gnomes fled. the birdbath cracked and bled dry. Not long after, the old widower died. For "sails" drifted about his rotting apple yard. The ogres moved on to the next Eden, the one right next to mine.
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