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We were bathed with the dew hanging on leaves

and in our knapsacks were honey from bees

 

and special loafs; the birds sang and the breeze

blew; the human highway did hum and hiss

 

as we drew close to it which we’d follow

to reach the terminus and join a train that’d go

 

our way but to drop at the next point

and then navigate our way to our rest point,

 

destination I mean,