Early to bed
Early to rise
Skiing
Sawdust man enters my room
quietly
He thinks I am sleeping,
he tiptoes to my dresser.
He puts $20.00 on top
I wake up,
5 a.m.
I take
the $20.00
and
I can pay for the bus.
I never say thank-you to the Sawdust man.
He strives to create the mystery of fantasy .
The Sawdust man is my personal tooth fairy.
Quiet and silent and amenable to the magic in surprise.
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