Tomorrow belongs to the man with the top hat and cane on the street corner. Who is content to sway and whistle watching the world swirl by like leaves off an autumn tree. He is untouched be the things that wrinkle their foreheads and speed their feet. He knows this moment will come and go. He whistles a song he has never written down and smiles.
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who the heck is the man in the top hat? is he in the picture? is he at your apartment? who is this man?
Loved the moment shared in the life of this dear man. I wonder if he whistles because the actual words are too precious to waste with speaking?
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