This poem is interesting, gives you something to think about. check it out. With red pashmina scarves blowing in the wind and noses in the air, they don’t care about a thing. they walk the pooch down Fifth Avenue, and make time for the museum and a a small cafe, too. Oops – it started to rain! They slide into the bookstore for a cappuccino, and browse the books to ease the pain. then it’s off for a change of clothes – and later perhaps for a sip of champagne! “Oh, we have sent a little money to charity today.” The food was good, the music, too, although the saxophonist needs more practice, Oh, how exhausting life is. Fun, run, quicken the pace – They won’t be on time to hit the bed and sleep to wake up early and start again! Functions and luncheons, oh-what to do- ‘I ahve to fit in a date with my psychotherapist, too.”
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Fine, downy wool growing beneath the outer hair of feral Himalayan goats.A soft fabric made of this wool.Life: Liveliness or vitality; animation: a face that is full of life.Something that actually exists regarded as a subject for an artist: painted from life.Actual environment or reality; nature.
