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THE BLUE-EYED GIANT, THE MINIATURE WOMAN AND THE HONEYSUCKLE

He was a blue-eyed giant,

He loved a miniature woman.

The woman's dream was of a miniature house

with a garden where honeysuckle

grows in a riot of colors;

that sort of house.

The giant loved like a giant,

and his hands were used to such big things

that the giant could not

make the building,

could not knock on the door

of the garden where the honeysuckle grows

in a riot of colors

at that house.

He was a blue-eyed giant,

He loved a miniature woman,

a mini-miniature woman.

The woman was hungry for comfort

and tired of the giant's long strides.

And bye-bye off she went to the embraces of a rich midget

with a garden where the honeysuckle grows

in a riot of colors;

that sort of house.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,

a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:

in the garden where the honeysuckle grows

in a riot of colors;

that sort of house...

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