Volunteers Wanted.

VOLUNTEERS I was restless, I was aimless, In the rural and in the town. I ran up and down, And round and round, Under the scorching sun.. No meaning could i discern, Purpose of life I'd none. But it is not too late, To make amends, For now have I met, A caravan traversing, This trackless desert- Of tall, slender scorpions, Marching. Reciting in suppressed tones, Some old lines. They wave a rag, (Oh, it's a flag...) Chuckling, ranting, Winking, hissing Telling and retelling, Soothing tales ab...
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