Upon a littered path I trod, alone,
A companion sought in my wanderings.
From afar, a peculiar man appeared,
In an abandoned caravan he resided.
Clad in tattered, sleeveless attire,
His laughter, unsettling, filled the air.
Devouring a rotten slice of cake,
He beckoned, "Hey, brother!" with lunatic flare.
Anxiety gripped my heart, relentless,
I darted to a mud shelter for refuge.
Exhaling relief, I...
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