Candyman awakening

The shovel had a hard edge, it was steining through the frozen ground. Back yard it self looked completely average. Everybody would say, perfectly normal. But it wasn't, as i know how the shovel works. It never keeps the work on done. Hope is a mother of fools. Fullish kiddies must play outside. The shovel tended to overwork it self sometimes, as the edges needed to be sharp. I still hear the melody, my oh my. Sing for me Mr.Candyman.



Lovely isn't it. As the work was done, the shovel kept distance. It was somewhere between here and there. The place had no geographic spot on any map known to mankind. The instance spot was marked it moved to other direction. We all felt the ground move. Like a blister from yesterdays dancing. Could you pleas stop scratching, or is it a position as an on going battle fields structure.