She walked the length of Africa
I don’t recall her name

I thought if I could walk at all
That I would do the same

Walking from Algeria
Though states of deliria 

To the Cape of Good Hope
Would merely be a lope

Wondering a land
With your life in hand

Facing all that is
Taking care of biz 
 

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