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A Balloon Peddler
He walks through a road, a lonely or busy. He carries a stick, swings balloons, different colors, each, foran owner different.
He sings a songs, children attract as bee to honey;
Melody heard form distance; small hands search piggy bank, coins few;
Got them at last, dashes every little soul, for gift they grip.
Those cradled cry to mother; mother knew hungry is he, not for food but for balloon red.
Eccentric glow, glows his face, sees his tiny buyers, each small, hopes gleam;