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[[first page blank]] [[start page]] [[This page in a very different handwriting - more modern]] The Wanderlusters So we merged into the mazes (There's that same old line again But those well turned hackneyed phrases Come in handy now and then. Yes we merged into the mazes Trod the old time outway trails [[this line written in blue ink]] Sought the cure for [[word missing]]crazes Rode the clanky railroad rails There are jobs in California Picking oranges and grapes There are fishin boats a-runnin Off the cold New England capes. What it is I cannot answer It's a something that we crave [[pencil - original handwriting]] And it claims us like a cancer Till we [[red pencil - modern hand]] reach a nomad's [[/red pencil]] [[strikeout in red pencil]] to the [[/strikeout]] grave [[/pencil]] [[modern handwriting again]] Like the hardy men of of old Traveled far in search of gold