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Long summertime walks through the wooded hills
Rattlesnakes eat mice and ants scatter when we
Stepped in their paths. We
Held hands by the water tower,
Way up on the hilltop.
In the heat of the metal,
We watched people look like,
He used to laugh, and say they were
Living their days shorter because they were smaller.
It didn’t feel like we were living,
We must have been doing something else.
Something much slower, much sweeter.
We lived in some lackadaisical serenity.
We never needed a thing.