I am not a maker of cotton candy.
Nor am I a distributor of peppermint sticks.
I do not carry a bag of tricks to treat,
With marshmellow filled chocolate sweets.
On the other side of the rainbow where I live,
I am assigned to polish at least one tarnished pot.
To then hope I can find my own golden nuggets,
To dropp into it.
On a path I travel alone.
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