may my heart always be open to little birds
who are the secret of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are
old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's a Sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are never young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
e.e.cummings
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