The tale of a dandilion

Hidden inside a leafy inn
I was one of the hundreds
My mom teaching library and win
Me awful about the fore deads
Ready for a windy voyage
Stood awaiting for a blow
Blew away with all my luggage
Floating airly and slow
Escaping from kids away
With a sudden annoying jerks
Once again was blown away
By the wind without irks
When wind blows down
I land for a rest
Wandering around the town
As a free floating guest
Finding a worthy stage
Myself a performer of growth
Initiating the survival wage
Glooming again is my solemn oath

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