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(who know the secret of life, it's clear)
enjoy rocking in wicker chairs, satiated
and knitting and gabbing with old friends
about yesterday and tomorrow; rock-creak -
click-rock-click-creak, rock-creak; the rhythm
of their dream is undeniably content and their
cheeky glow impossibly brilliant.
We (the young) have much to learn.
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