Its a broad country.
With a sound, as broad
In its unintelligibility.
Gale-relayed discord!
Announce, if you want
To all, far and wide
That I, wishful thinking simpleton
And a child, inside
Am; and yet remain.
Saying that he knows
Quacked, neighed, mooed, what makes perfect sense
In voicing hellos.
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