I once was lost at sea
A nomad I came to be
I then began to worry
And then began to scurry
For I was all alone
Alone I grew in woe
as I faced many a foe
As bad as things would seem
I soon found it to be a dream
for I was just at home
Step-by-step explanation:
My older brother thinks he's the next Robert Stevenson
Poem:
There once was a young lass called Jane.
She thought she was awfully vain.
It was rather dear,
But not quite an atmosphere
She just couldn't say no to the design.
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