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Moon Garden

They say the moon is foreboding and cold. That's just the way people talk when they get old - But I grow green beans and peas way up there. I get there by riding my bike through the air. I tend it on Tuesdays 'till half past seven When my dog's bark goes halfway to heaven, And I come back in time to eat something nice. How 'bout a hot grilled cheese sandwich with mice? I'll buy my dog a jewel-encrusted flea collar. I think I can get it for just over a dollar. Next year I'll grow rhubarb to make a pie. I know you believe me, 'cuz I wouldn't lie. Don't listen to grownups - take my advice. They can't spoil our fun, and I'll save you a slice.

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Date: 6/19/2024 10:47:00 PM
Gardening and distant travel. It sounds like fun. Save me a piece of pie.
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David Crandall
Date: 6/20/2024 11:20:00 AM
OK Hilda, I'll try to make it something better than rhubarb!

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