The Atoll

Hector (cont.)
How far with opportunity weve come
Albin
Sweet Angela my small organic patch
Has only been blessed by your presence once
Angela
Your easy going free range sea gull coop stinks
My eyes cant bear the sight of chick wings clipped
This time no thanks to your foul boiled chewing gum
My inner being mysteriously recoils
Albin
Youre such a fuss with foodstuffs Angela
Angela
In truth I only eat to be polite
Well I must leave you now for beauty sleep
Recharge of batteries depleted here
Albin
Wizard Hector as global warming has