I've got the Internet here,
Where I'm typing.
And you have the Internet there,
Where you are reading.
So I am not sure that I need to tell you the name of that convention of Hindus at the convergence of the Holy Rivers,
Where congregate the largest gatherings of humanity.
If you do not know what I'm talking about,
Seek it, and you will find it.
But here in the bottoms of Illinois,
Where I'm typing,
To you in the Yukon,
Where the gold rushers explored the waters that drained from the snows on highest peaks in Alaska
Along the glaciers
Where the Inuit hunt seal, walrus, and polar bear.
Do you ever ask yourself:
Will I ever see the wide hips of the Mississippi,
That swing heavy and wide
Down past St. Louis?
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