The Traveller
::The Traveller: Poem::
I know an old man
Who likes sitting by the streets
Ragged he was
And always smiling too
People called him a lunatic
But this man I say is wise
Knowledge, understanding he got it all
He told me stories of brave men
Of great tribes on the mountains and hills
Of a land where women laughed when they
dance
Of green fields of vast lands
I've listened to him with great attention
And I found that...
This ragged and dirty old man
Is truly wise and learned
The traveller is wiser...
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