"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
BB - Who are you and why don't I know you if you are in my neighborhood?!
I yam who I yam, as the philosopher said. More of a sweet potato, actually. With some maple syrup on it. And butter, naturally.One friend says I live simultaneously in the past and the future, but not the present (I'm never going to get my Zen badge with that kind of press) which is maybe why you've missed me. But sometimes I sit in Cobble Hill Park, the gem of the ocean. And you?
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