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  • Eddie sings with the birds
    as he tends his garden patch
    in the early morning hours
    he cultivates, waters, and sings

    The tune is catchy
    but the words are nonsense
    la la's and na na na's
    and doobie do's

    I don't care about the words
    when the song comes from deep inside
    a spontaneous song, a gardener's song
    a song composed by his old man heart

    When Eddie leans over the fence
    and gives me two handfuls of juicy red berries
    he says this
    what is mine is thine, darlin
    and I felt it
    la la la, na na na, doobie do
    a song rising up in my heart too
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