Allaeidin

I met a man named Allaeidin, there’s something of magic in that name!
He did not live inside a lamp that I could tell nor grant me
three wishes neither consign me to
nor deliver me from hell
but rather grew his vegetables next to mine
in the community garden where friends
from every nation seem to have
green thumbs in common
and there’s magic there
for sure my
tuberoses
know

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