A dreamland tour needs fruits of toil
And pailful water time.
Tourist sucks colours and tunes
Becomes free of gathered moss
Spirits sparkle- twinkling LEDs.
Kin and colleagues find polished gold.
Others may scoop-up dear leisure
Saute a tour plan t o please psyche
Magic carpet laid in ceiling
May take them to a rainbow-land
Their feet may be stuck in concrete slabs
But pleasures make them effervescent.
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