The nomads of the world,
Forever on the move,
Seeking adventure and freedom,
In a life they choose to groove.

No roots to hold them down,
No walls to confine,
They wander through forests,
And across mountains they climb.

Their walking sticks steady,
Their red bandanas bold,
They travel with purpose,
Through heat and through cold.

Gathering trinkets along the way,
Memories of places they've been,
Mentions of where they're going.
Creating a secret society,
Of those who have seen.

The ragtag pack of nomads,
Living life on their terms,
Embracing the unknown,
With no fears or concerns.

Roaming along the rails,
With no destination in sight,
They find joy in the journey,
And in the stars at night.

So here's to the nomadic souls,
Who roam this earth so free,
May your adventures never end,
And your spirits forever be.

A life of freedom and wonder,
A nomadic dream come true,
For those who choose to wander,
The world is theirs to pursue.

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