Perfect Day.
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Hair cut, shave and a shower
Crisp tee shirt and a fresh pair of faded Levi’s
Dried by the sun on an outside washing line.
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You’re in a pair of flip flops, walking down the road
Under a candy floss blue and white sky,
Listening to the banter, toward a local stadium.
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Sat edgily back in a tip up seat
Basking in the warm sunshine,
Midst familiar faces, you’re speechless.
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As the two teams run out
On to a beautiful carpet of shaded green stripes
To tumultuous applause.
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Demanding those little hairs
On the back of your neck
Stand to attention and your pulse race…now.
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Yep. Marcus Aurelus of Roma had it about right
“Very little is needed to make a happy life”
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