There are ladies in our counter garden. Do you see them?
They come out at night
And hide amongst the flowers
I can hear them scurrying around at night
They talk in barely discernible whispers
And slowly chant
Some have dogs
Some have children
and once I think I heard Foley
When I bark at them they say “hush little Ruby go to sleep” and I instantly do
They are the ladies of the
Garden
And they freak me out
The picture is unavailable for me...who is Foley?
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