Today is Midsommar Afton in my neck of the woods, and Mago's treasures continue to vibrate with pleasure, not unlike all the little sms digital messages that have been coming through my cell phone this morning:
I wish for you a garden
With a little babbling brook
And in my covered cottage
That has a "welcome" book.
A wish for lots of pleasant friends
with whom to spend your time
And heaps and heaps of treasure books
Both fiction and good rhyme.
And wishes for a fuzzy wuzzy?
To trot upon your knee
And these are just a portion
Of good things I wish for thee.
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