Walk In The Park
To the naked eye it's just a parkA place with trees and grass
But to one man it's much much more
It's his escape from the rat race
The noisy messy world around him
A walk in the park to work and home
To begin and end his day
With a walk into paradise
The peace and quiet, the tranquility
The innocence of watching the passersby
This is the only joy for a very busy man
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