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The Money Tree (Children)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

The Money Tree (Children)

I dreamed I grew a money tree
outside in my yard.
My job was to care for it
and I worked very hard.

I saw that it was watered.
It grew so straight and tall
and when the money ripened
I picked it in the fall.

The flowers were green dollar bills,
the seeds inside were coins,
and others grew and glittered
where all the branches joined.

On windy days I stood below
and held a great big bucket.
Other days I climbed right up
to find one ripe and pluck it.

People say that money
doesn't really grow on trees.
I know. I only wish it did
just like in my dreams.

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What has ever been fair in life. Mr. Shake the Sphere.
Superb, only he could write this...almost..
“so you went with the famous and wrote about the famous, and, of course, what you found out is that the famous are worried about their fame - not the beautiful young girl in bed with them, who gives them that, and then awakens in the morning to write upper case poems about ANGELS AND GOD.” I want to marry these lines. Marry them. My absolute favorite Bukowski, ever. Xx NDS
Simplest words in simplest form loaded with emotional bond words strive to convey
it is always unfair when it happens.
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