As I was going to St. Ive (rhymes with ‘leave’)

As I was going to St. Ive,

I met a man who had to leave,

he said his time was up, and so,

he had nothing left to do, but go.

I asked him ‘where’ he was going to;

he said, ‘What’s it go to do with you?’

I thought a while, and then replied,

‘I’ll meet you on the other side.’

‘The other side of ‘what’? he asked,

And there we stood,

ten feet apart,

and strangely masked;

thinking about what might have passed.

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