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I shake off oranges

Three fall down from island trees

One hundred bells each

Pick up sticks to make

Nets, axes, and fishing rods

Break them, remake them

A mortgage from Tom

I pay it off the same day

Firework papered walls

I promised myself

In March, when I could find it

I’d make it my own

Now I spend a day

Chopping down virtual trees and

Chatting with Blathers

With Love,

Natalie