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 so more than truly
There’s never been quite such a fool
Who could fail
Pulling all the sky over him with one smile
E.E. Cummings
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