Poems · Snapshots

Snapshot of a Misty Morning

One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man,
Clothed all in leather,
Clothed all in leather,
With a cap under his chin.
How do you do?
And how do you do?
And how do you do again?

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