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the wayward child within us all forever played by spring and fall whose songs allay the will to flee the wicked ways of errancy as oftentimes a man will shun- his promises to wife or son to heed the call to wander free the primrose path of errancy like vessels trimmed with shining sails the admirals and swallowtails adrift upon a rustic lea the fertile field of errancy if stars availed to wishes plied a pair of wings on which to glide to ride,how splendid would it be the wilful wind of errancy

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