Scaring the Trolls
two of the happiest most colorful trolls of the hour
came by in a wheelbarrow and picked up a flower
I watched them and smiled, they were having such fun.
one of them fell out and landed smack on his bum.
they both thought this was a hoot, and laughed merrily.
I ran out and asked if either would like Georgia peach tea.
they ran off giggling, but did not answer me at all.
my pink zinnias told me it is because I am a monster at five feet tall.
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