I watch a potter every day,
I watch him as he grows older,
Unable to guard his precious pots
Or the flowers inside them
From harrying hares and rabbits.
From harrying hares and rabbits.
I visit the flowers every day,
Tickling their golden faces,
Moving from one to the next
Until I've seen them all,
And shared in their sweet joy. :)
And shared in their sweet joy. :)
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