Soft winds knead the grass,
Like bakers kneading dough,
blowing gently alas,
Hugging the grass low. Leaves rustling in the wind,
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In the Spring of life,
The freshness of youth is new.
Love never becomes trite.
Too much excitement to be blue. In the Summer of life,
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I'm in an L.A. frame of mind.
Visit Exposition Park's garden of flowers.
Take a ride on the metro-line,
To Simon Rodia's Watts Towers. Can't beat the weather, except for smog.
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