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make yourself at home, please make yourself some tea, please make your way to me-- we'll get along, you'll see. Tell
me sir from whence you came, tell me sir what are your plans tell me sir about the lands - the mountains and the sands.
He told me where he'd been, he told me what he'd seen, he told me something keen--it was quite interesting. He walked across a desert, hand glid across the plains--he disliked riding trains- -they jarred his crooked brains.
On the Atlantic he started, over the Rockies he climbed, over plateaus through mines - over fifty border lines. He
got a cold he caught the flu he skipped the zoos and replaced his shoes. He walked a zig zag path because he didn't like the road because of the run-over toads - because he had an imbalanced load.
By cruelty was he hurt by compassion he survived, slept by the riverside on constellations he spied.
He said hold onto the beauty, let go of the harsh let it sink into marshes be swallowed by farces. But he still had a smile that was crooked like his walk, we had a lovely talk then he left.
