Why Not Ten

He was too young for a romance in the garden

He was too stillborn for the others to notice him

He died in bed

Stayed in his head

And disaster brought him to the garden

In another time, unversal play states:

“BE AUTOMATIC, YOU ARE SEVERED”

But I don’t listen

I just heap on the sugar

And eat my lone dessert

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