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Slow streets wandered on slothful afternoons,

Carried nowhere by willy-nilly meanderings,

Balmy afternoons thus spent in the summertime

Alone but not lonely, contented within my own skin,

Satisfied with my emotions in the later years of life,

Sometimes just a frog on a log basking in the sunshine,

Nowhere special the perfect place to idle at sundown,

Each day a peaceful paradise in a perfect universe,

Perceptions not facts creating the reality of my cosmos,

Having perfected the art of doing nothing on purpose,

I wander aimlessly towards the realization of the end.