Walter C. Edwards
I was out gardening,
when I picked up this.
it bit me,
it was a wicked bean,
it said to me,
I like to give nightmares,
when I release my spores,
when I bit that’s it,
I will eat away all your dreams,
night after night,
until you can not sleep any more.
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