wait, you have all described your homes
let me describe mine, give me the chance
there, over there, beside there
my home, abode of hikes
where I wake to its cry
my home, over there, there
three weeks ago was the hike in fuel
two weeks was the hike in food
little wonder a week ago
we witnessed hike in water-satchet-water
my prophet even prophesied that
we might even have an hike in...............
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