My first market

I am at the market, such a colorful picture.
So many things, I am too lost.
I see in my head there is nothing, but mixture.
What shall I do, I am crying my SOS!

And the people are here, what’s the matter?
Soon half the market is just in my sick.
I am happily smiling standing near,
My market is over, I go home back


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