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Wraiths with walking sticks,
Shakily going through the park,
Slowly tread towards the dark,
Their footsteps ever slower.
Travesties of what they used to be,
They look back at the times they knew:
The chances lost;
The times of joy;
And when they were little girl or boy.
They do not know what is to come:
They knew not then;
They know not now.
They make the most of every day,
And every night they hope and pray.
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Inspector Walrus can help everyone fill their lives with meaning and with fun both in prose and in rhyme, the greatest writer of our time.
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