So in with it that we get it so well that we needn't bother thinkA Poem by BenHow far north do you have to go until you reach free land Lived in a tree house farther than remote International waters here I come I will ride a dugong, and come in second The idea that a lord or earl or count laid claim to it The ambitious surveyor, the thorough tax strain(er) The Himalayan mountain and every mountain a park Never ending, juxtaposed beyond worldliness
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