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He comes from the far away lands Old and wrinkled, His eyes, The only sign of mirth. Savage in looks, A gentleman so good. He still hears the oceans The average man has never known. They ask him about the golden deserts, the forests so lush and wild, They scream with excitement, "Tell us about the deep seas and the winds so agile!" He rarely listens but hears all of them, Then what he does is, smile, smile and smile again.
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
A Traveller's Smile
He comes from the far away lands Old and wrinkled, His eyes, The only sign of mirth. Savage in looks, A gentleman so good. He still hears the oceans The average man has never known. They ask him about the golden deserts, the forests so lush and wild, They scream with excitement, "Tell us about the deep seas and the winds so agile!" He rarely listens but hears all of them, Then what he does is, smile, smile and smile again.
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
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