Sal Paradise
Traveler, teller of tales, follower of braver men.
Deep or mulling or perhaps stoic?
Lucky
And eyes wide open and
Two dollars in his pocket going
Wherever whenever wind blow wind blow
And I,
Sit and read his account.
And think to myself,
"You worldly bastard. And brave. Or, well, I don't much know."
Sal. God damn to be you...
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