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           she is an orphan
           traveling alone
           big towns,cities
     no place she could call home

          she is a vagabond   

           turned nineteen        
           self-sufficient 
     only time she needs anything
          is when loneliness

               sets in               

           quite particular
      who beds with her at night
    she has had both men and women
         since she was sixteen

          she is a vagabond

     it is time to leave this town
          go on to the next
      as she packs her belongings
            in her shabby

               backpack

        she looks at the horizon
            feels the wind
            licks her lips
         "it looks like rain"

          she is a vagabond