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    Talking with the Field Bindweed

     A poem by Mediana Stan,  illustrated by Szitai György-Ferenc, translated by Rafael Manory

     

    Field bindweed, little white stars
    Climbing up the curtain bars
    Open and close, open round
    The Mouse can hear the sound!
     
    Breathes a field bindweed flower
    Clasps his nose and embowers,
    He pulls out the flower with a pop
    The petals dilate and flop.
     
    - I have been old but all the same
    I would like to play the game...
    From now on, what one really needs
    Is to have a wife and kids…

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