Trotting amidst the fiery frenzy
Guided by global words
The petit body pushed aside
By mother’s hands
All the idle paper is so busy
Sliding amongst the herds
The youth follows his guide
Not sure of her plans
Marching on like a caterpillar
To metamorphose
From young scruffy child
To a handsome devil
Gleefully we see the retailer
Ready to diagnose
The success of the wild
And tomorrow’s sequel
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