Of the warm breeze of September
Of the carefree promenades
Of the distinctive Americano
With these gifts present
We take time to contemplate
We wake early to meditate
We make ourselves into ourselves
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Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
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