A man went on a voyage,
With very little coinage.
His purse a hole,
His money stole.
He walked on toward the moon,
He knew he’d be there, oh so soon.
Where peace be sold.
Where peace be bought.
For young and old,
Where all have trot
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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