 | In traveling to Sardar
I met a man named Vos
A fine accomplished builder
Though that wasn't all he was
He gave his hand in friendship
A sturdy grasp firm shook
And his gift of making treasures
One could see with just a look
But it's the things one can not see
That's his strongest suit I feel
For when he stops to give his word
The promises made are real
And with exchange of this for that
No finer bargain made
Do deliver now this poem to him
And have in careful craft well paid
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