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Willoughby White flew on a kite
from Boston to Bangalore,
then sailed away day after day
and wound up in Singapore.
By soaring all night Willoughby White
flew to New York and Rome.
Yes, Willoughby White riding his kite
saw all of the world and went home.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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