Jack and the Bean Stalk
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magic beans magic beans
drip drop from a young boy’s hands
like water trickling from the leaky faucet sky
the beanstalk crawls tall towards the ceiling of the world
I was the final descendant, the last of my kind.
Our bones were built of bread, our enemies in tiny
Bits in our bellies, their taste bitter.
Once upon a time...There lived an ogre in the clouds.
He had all the money in the world from a golden hen,
He had the loviest music in the world from a golden harp.
