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We are two travelers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog-come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentleman-mind your eye! Over the table,-look out for the lamp! The rogue is growing a little old Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank and starved together.

John Townsend Trowbridge

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John Townsend Trowbridge
Age: 88 †
Born: 1827
Born: September 18
Died: 1916
Died: February 12
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Ogden
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Together
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Starved
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Table
Slept
Come
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Eye
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Night
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Drank
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