I went to a holiday fair.
Many
craftsmen and shoppers were there.
All
the goods on display
Were
well-worth what you’d pay
If
you had extra money to spare.
Yet
not one little thing did I buy
And
in case you were wondering why,
It’s
that all of my stuff
Seems
to be quite enough
So
I look and walk on, with a sigh.
I
would purchase a lot in my youth,
Checking
out every kiosk or booth,
But
that hunger is gone;
I
will pass the baton
To
each tourist or craft-seeing sleuth.
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