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The Stranger

When the cows go off on their own,
the grass grow tall.
And when the stranger came back to,
no one was pleased enough to offer him a chair.
But he sat down anyway,
because that’s just how the stranger is.
Respect begets respect –
and education taught the man to
better let things run its course.
For soon, the wandering cow will grow hungry,
and miss the green, green grass.
And the educated man will be at peace
because the stranger will leave.


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