Mushrooms poem by Iris Carden
Wild mushrooms will appear in the damp earth after rain. They might be gone for ages, when it's rained they're back again. If you step on a mushroom you may hear a satisfying pop, might see fungal explosion, and see no reason to stop. Don't step on that mushroom that grew up in your lawn. It could just be a fungus it could be someone's home. You're too old for magic so now you might not see that mushroom could be a house for pixies or queen fairy. Now you may laugh and say that it's just preposterous. Remember you were a child who trusted this truth once. When it's rained and mushrooms grow wild from the damp ground recall the child you used to be, and keep magic around.
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