A poem I wrote (by the way the text is just being weird; it's not like that on purpose):
I am but a lonesome traveler
On a long and weary road
All I look for is a happy place
That I might lay down my load
Once I happened upon
A place of much cheer
Each window was lit with happiness
And the inside looked very dear
A man with strong arms
Invited me
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