A Broad Abroad
I’m a broad who’s abroad
And I’m traveling toward
Where my tour will be moored
For the night.
Every view has me floored
And what can’t be ignored
Is that what I’ve adored,
Each new sight,
In my brain will be stored
So that when I am bored
I’ll recall what I’ve scored
With delight.
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