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February 2004 OLD AS SHIT poem from the eighth grade. I was proud of it for a really long time, though, so I couldn't quite skip it here. It's got a couple forced rhymes and obviously I was way too into avoiding modern setting, but whatever. It's got sentimental value. |
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Traveler weary, sees the moon, Wishes he might get there soon, Pockets empty, no dubloon, Traveler weary, sees the moon. Traveler hungry, sees a star, Knowing now he's come so far, Passes the inn, sees a door ajar, Traveler weary, sees a star. Traveler thirsty, sees a cloud, Nearing the end of night's safe shroud, Hears with pain, bar-laughter loud, Traveler thirsty, sees a cloud. Traveler heartsore, sees a light, Wishing to have something as bright, Some warmth, a home, a smile at night, Traveler heartsore, sees a light. Traveler weary, comes the day, Has no words, nothing to say, No home to which to go away, You may come, but never stay. |