If life were simple,
And time plain lazy,
I would languish on a flower bed,
Breathe in the damp earth,
Sip my wine of nothing-dom,
No place to rush,
No mad people to greet,
No vicious cycle of work, sleep, eat,
Just an easy day that melts into another,
Blissful, quite, absolutely purposeless.
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