(In a little book P. P.)
Learned Sages,
Scan these pages,
Recognize the wealth they hold!
All those places,
That seems spaces,
Golden memories unfold.
Bord'ring edges
Are the ledges,
Whereon rest my rod and staff;
And there's treasure
Beyond measure,
On the fly leaves, fore and aft.
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