Sleeping sound
with a noisy snort
he woke up in a sort
as if duty bound.
Reading profound
with an unusual care
he looked bare
as if totally ground.
Writing about new-found
with a real flair
he appeared fair
as if perfectly sound.
Walked of in a round
along the less traversed road
in the daylight broad
as if chased by a hound.
Thus going in and out
he reached his destination
with a great distraction
as if he be all throughout.
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