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Rainbow Color Dropping Gnome

Gnarly had the best job of all in the sugar dome. He was the secret rainbow color dropping gnome. He came in the night, riding the color on his bike. The only ones who could see him were the age of a tike. “Look at the sandman!” the toddlers reported. The parents studied the sky until their necks were contorted. But children grow older, and after the age of two. They forget what they saw, for it is what children do.

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