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Hello, I am the salesman, though no solid wares I vend. You see I've come to hock some love, to hearts long on the mend. They say I have a way with words, though modest, I remain. If you'll stop and trade your time, you've only peace to gain. I'll take in all your troubles friend, these shoulders can bear the load and if it's faith in life you've lost I've been known to peddle hope. So stop and start to barter, I'll show you all the world is fine. No worries if you're hurried now, I can bottle joy like wine.
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
The Salesman
Hello, I am the salesman, though no solid wares I vend. You see I've come to hock some love, to hearts long on the mend. They say I have a way with words, though modest, I remain. If you'll stop and trade your time, you've only peace to gain. I'll take in all your troubles friend, these shoulders can bear the load and if it's faith in life you've lost I've been known to peddle hope. So stop and start to barter, I'll show you all the world is fine. No worries if you're hurried now, I can bottle joy like wine.
jacob-christopher
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
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