Lonely A lonely man has walked for miles, Upon his blistered feet. The sagging sack upon his back Has made him tired & weak. His ageing face, his aching eyes His bones are about to crumble His clothes are ripped, he whiffs abit But hes not one to grumble He looks into the deep blue sky & Reviews his journey past, then smiles A tired toothless smile hes nearing home at last.
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