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There's a philosopher I once met
He showed me many things
He told me things of the world
His face was unusual-
But it could tell a story-- with rich
Detail... In rich detail
Sometimes eating
Sometimes eyes closed
There was always the face
Of his knowledge of things
He never spoke-
He needed not to
He needed not to
He sits in a zoo in North America
Has no other in his habitat
He's originally from west Africa
West Africa
West Africa
West Africa
