I earlier saw a pixie,
small and pointy, thin
and cute, but the People
sauntered freely as
they crushed it
with their boot.
I later saw a mushroom,
home to many tiny things,
but the People, hardly seeing,
took the ground when
they had wings.
Just then, I heard bright
laughter, sounds of sparkling
chandeliers, but the People
liked pop music, poorly chosen,
for their ears.
I finally ceased my hearing,
shut...
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