
The sun was shining on the desk
In bright and solid squares —
A youth of whimsy sat there too,
daydreaming, unawares.
An old man entered, burdened he
with ledgers, books, and cares.

The sun was shining on the desk
In bright and solid squares —
A youth of whimsy sat there too,
daydreaming, unawares.
An old man entered, burdened he
with ledgers, books, and cares.

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