And some people write poetry from streetlight to streetlight

And some people write poetry from streetlight to streetlight

In the air we breathe
and in the air we sneeze
and in the air we leave.
See?
Life is like a seabreeze,
it weaves,
and weaves,
and weaves.

–Some guy at the corner of Queen and John, at 1:30am, who didn’t get my money because I said I didn’t have any, but recited this poem for me anyway.

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