Answer:
I am often sold by children entrepreneurs in summer time
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I do not have eyes but I once could see. I used to have thoughts but now Iām empty.
Though desert men once called me God today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I make a living following the wealthy and beautiful.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.
What am I?
Animal
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