Bearer of Solace
He rides his golden chariot
from one side of my living room to the other,
He pets my dog and leaves glitter on his head,
He doesn't fight unless it's worth it
He doesn't cheat unless he must.
Graciously he answers my prayers
I copy his homework and get all the answers right
All he asks is that he can pet my dog again
and continue to carry the sun for me.
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