The move

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I love move-ins,

I like that bustle

endless,

to come and go,

go down, increase,

to enter, leave.

Men with lumps and packages. Lamps, chairs, tables, toys, books, pouting, pans, mattresses…

I find lost things, sometimes: a doll… or a nutcracker; old toys: trains, carts… (The most beautiful ones are always lost.) AND, in a box,

My little straw hat!

But I don't like just looking; in the bustle I want to help, go and come, go down, increase.

And make very nice packages… with dogs, gatos, toys, Bears… A move is so busy, so lively, so funny…!

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