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shed is the storage place for the jumbled pieces of your life |
| Long lost thimbles full of dust, pieces of scooters covered in rust, broken bits of dishes and shells, bright colored whistles and bicycle bells, ink pens that leak - sneakers that squeak, high-flying kites and magical sights, colors that will not stay in the box, creaking old doors that nobody locks. Music that haunts - - - how familiar the tune dreaming along with the man in the moon. |