here are the woods not far from my home. they are often full of children riding bikes, chasing squirrels, building forts, playing hide-and-seek.
love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others ... and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
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