He was outside his porch, all crumpled up,
Eyes shrunken, weather-beaten, bent and weak,
Coughing, hands trembling, puffing hard
At his old hookah, when the siren's wail...
The ancient track our fathers knew,
The road they trod for years,
Is charted well and not beset
With nameless spooks or fears....
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