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