may my heart be always open to little
birds who are the secrets 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 sunday may I be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young.
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with a smile.
E.E. Cummings
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