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smoke through the nostrils
hail, traveller
well met
spoke tongues
seizing up

hail, lord
to see
the snow
eaten up

around the
—— bend
twisted idle road
won’t it keep this crown
uP

got it get it
got it

hell, we were well met
hail, traveller
we were well met
came out of the ground

smoke in the nostrils

spend my days in spent my days
in that fog

you’re around
like the moon
through the trees

I barely know it

hail, fellow vagrant
do we both smell