At A Backpackers Bar

Three Fins and an American,
Sitting round the bar.
They come from different lands,
And from home, all are far.
But they are happy there together,
Speaking of their favorite sport,
Or in mild hysterics,
After a story of a wart.
But in truth it does not matter,
Of what they speak or say.
For now they are all friends,
Before they go each their seperate way.

by R.M. Alexander

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