I'd forgot how nice a park could be,
for one who's homeless and pointless like me.
A patch of grass and water fountain,
gives me rest, from life's great mountain.
Troubles in Love and pains in my body,
all put aside in attempts to be jolly.
And though it will pass, as all good things do.
I'll be at the park, till this day is through.
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