He moved thru the nether regions
and would come
straight up, northward.
He spread seed. He planted fruit trees
everywhere, he increased the population
in every village too.
He taught peace, love, music sharing and left
a legacy of free fruit and kids
on his blessed journey,
anciently in the West.
He left his mark everywhere
(see the image)
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