(but I still like it.)
One day, I too will be a homeless man and wear the same clothes all day every day, an old coat, too-short trousers, canvas shoes held together by string and my old hat with the top all worn away and soon it will have no top but I don't mind, I just stick in a few feathers, a few flowers and some red wool I once found and go along my merry way. And I will walk around the streets before 6am while the sun is rising, I'll walk around with a beer in my hand, always beer it's all I have but I drink it when I want, and look at all the things you can't see when everyone's awake, the nice little cottages that are still sleeping and the pink and orange clouds because it's a really wonderful sunrise this morning. And then I'll take lemons from the box of free lemons someone has left out, they're wet from last night's rain but I don't mind, so am I. And as all the joggers run by me I will see in their sad eyes as they glance quickly by my crinkley, smiley face that they wish in their hearts that they were me.
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