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He watches me tend and prune

Eternal patience

When I was about four years old, I had an imaginary friend.  “Mr. Goto” lived in the back of Palolo Valley in Oahu, Hawaii.  He was an old Japanese man with a long white beard.  I used to talk to him a lot, which really freaked my mother out.  Meet Mr. Goto.