The gnarled, troll toes of the lollipop tree grip the dark and fecund ground, while the branches tickle the cotton candy clouds.
Further on the path, branches, once green and fertile, stripped bare, dipped silver and gold,
A barren, dead and counterfeit fortune,
Affecting the appearance of wealth,
Entice the shallow minded.
A man mopping a marble entry
on his hands and knees sings in Italian,
and the train whistle blows.
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