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  • One evening as we settled down
    A rich man came knocking at our door.
    He told us he was looking for a place to stay.
    We let him in.
    He was very likeable
    And the morning after the first night
    My father proposed something to me.
    He proposed that the rich man
    (Who was called John)
    If he wanted to
    Could live with us.
    I was in complete agreement
    And Father told me Mother was too.
    We told John our idea at breakfast
    And he agreed.
    Later that day, my father took him to the tavern.
    My mother did not want to go.
    Over whiskey John told my father
    That he was passing through town
    And since there was no hotel
    He had gone from house to house
    Knocking on the doors.
    Father said that it was fine
    That he had come to our door.
    And so continues my adventure.

    IMAGE: Scene at a Tavern

    NOTE: This is a work of experimental poetry. I may or may not finish it.
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