I will roam these strange lands
with my note book & pen in my hand
and my camera
looking for strange people
strange customs, strange food , strange cultures
looking
Stopping at a way side kiosk
to taste the land
try talking to the old man
whiling
about their lives
With sore feet and a disappointed heart
I go back
disappointed
in finding
that they are just like me
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