Fellow of my life and hazards, as fiend not foe,
I speak of misers as road-like and toad-like.
Fellow of retribution, find suitable lodgings,
And speak again to friends and sly people.
Your heaven is in sight, or loud I said on way,
You decide which bend is nearer to you.
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All roads lead to Liverpool Naveed. Regards.Sid John.