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Watch them Searching amongst a trifling heap! Bear your watch ~ And gear your gaze, Realize this dangerous maze. - Through the brush, Along the hills, Stands a little shack.. An outcast with a knack~ No one could understand this very odd man. Yet even to reach him on foot or on yak It would mean you must Lead away and carve your very own tracks. Where to go, following the road no one goes? What to see or to learn, exploring what no one knows? Speak! unique star of the universe, Tell your stories of the beautiful adventure, That only you chose.. You could dance or stand still, Sit on solid ground or climb a sand hill! Talk in verse Or reverse your curse and present your prose Into a rhythm only you really knowss         Look, let me stop.. ..                                       .. I admit, I'm just an ordinary man.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
The Customary Man
Watch them Searching amongst a trifling heap! Bear your watch ~ And gear your gaze, Realize this dangerous maze. - Through the brush, Along the hills, Stands a little shack.. An outcast with a knack~ No one could understand this very odd man. Yet even to reach him on foot or on yak It would mean you must Lead away and carve your very own tracks. Where to go, following the road no one goes? What to see or to learn, exploring what no one knows? Speak! unique star of the universe, Tell your stories of the beautiful adventure, That only you chose.. You could dance or stand still, Sit on solid ground or climb a sand hill! Talk in verse Or reverse your curse and present your prose Into a rhythm only you really knowss         Look, let me stop.. ..                                       .. I admit, I'm just an ordinary man.
Aranyani
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
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