I would give you a rather clean dime
in an effort to share with you fame.
But as much as I searched through my files
I could never discover a word
that could cover the well-travelled miles
and would give me the word I’d not heard.
Yet, you must have a middle name
if you send it to me I will see
that I’ll add to your personal fame
through a poem to you from me.
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