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I am going on an expedition I told my family sweet.
I might FaceTime, Zoom, Twitter or maybe tweet.
But I have to seek my fortune, so backpacking I will do.
I plan to go to Europe, Scotland, Ireland and maybe Timbuktu.

Can we send you with some food? My mother asked, alarmed.
It might get moldy, I replied, but with her offer I was charmed.
I finally agreed to ice cream bars which did not last the day.
I ate six of them in the bus station before I made my get-a-way.

My baby cousin tried to sneak into my knapsack, so he could go.
I told him I would videotape myself, and give him a weekly show.
I may ride an elephant in India, I will bring you a jewel doll.
I plan to stop by the shrines, especially the Taj-ma-hall.

I may stop in Florida and dance with glee 
I said to my sister, and swim with a manatee 
Don’t’ worry; I will send you a postcard, 
Before I dance with a London guard.

Do you have time for lunch? My mother asked.
She wants me fed good and hard, it’s her ut-most task.
I can down a bit of soup, but then I have to get to Donner’s pass.
And Stonehenge and Shangri-La, before I fish some Scottish bass.

Will you be stopping in Rome? Asked my cousin Shasta. 
Oh, definitely, I said, and I will see some igloos in Alaska. 
Is there any continent you will not visit or be? 
I hope not, I told them. And I was off toward the sea….

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