DUPPY

Down the lane,
Under the bridge,
Past the park,
Past the stream,
You're here again!

What a confusing place,
No matter which way you turn,
You always end up back home,
Never where you yearn!

Duppy is a confusing town,
Made for confused persons.
The tourists can never navigate the roads,
They always need the help of citizens!

The End

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