The lazy bystander saw dust blow
He looked askance and never cared to know
Whenceupon a curious reporter scuttled
past
To inquire on how it happened, to leave
him aghast!
We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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