A wagoner finds his own world
To have a possible life support
An income for his sustenance
For a life tool which is convenient
He wanders with his little wagon
Full of things easy to sell
The woman awaits every morning
To see their dear wagoner vendor
Looks the boxes in curiosity
Selects them with a nice welcome
The wagoner tries his own tricks
To see his things are sold much easily
Only to depart and to trace another premise
It is the real world of life here.
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