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I Got Saved By Poetry. And I Got Saved By The Beauty Of The World.

You May Not Agree, You May Not Care, But If You Are Holding This Book You Should Know That Of All The Sights I Love In This World — And There Are Plenty — Very Near The Top Of The List Is This One: Dogs Without Leashes.

I Was Hurrying Through My Own Soul . . . I Was Leaning Out . . . I Was Listening.

I Don't Want To End Up Simply Having Visited This World.

And To Tell The Truth I Don't Want To Let Go Of The Wrists Of Idleness, I Don't Want To Sell My Life For Money, I Don't Even Want To Come In Out Of The Rain.