Traveler by Difan Li
Lanky, long-armed there he stood
His voice so old and worn
His craggy face a mahogany stump
Clothing dirtied, torn.
On one tanned cheek
An M-shaped scar
An old pirate
Come from Mars.
Wooly, silvery, shining hair
Matched with gleaming coin,
Shirtless, barefoot, here and there
A mighty sight to join
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