Trodden be the miles spent of me...
Miles lent in feet, that be.
Many more inches of number ed, added up...
Thirstily drunk, from thine, fine, learn-able cup.
Alas, we absorb and sup...
Like one obedient, friendly pup.
Devouring, we be...
A learning, hunger, for both, you and me.
Down the road of worldly trade...
Due, we march in this-parade.
Encountering, sights awe inspiring...
Happily we all, find in it, something, magnificently, desiring.
Tasteful, in want...
Immeasurably, by far, this jaunt.
Inside a dark, silent library...
Haply read, without contemptible bribery.
Not, we be sad...
Only glad.
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