I saw an old man sitting on a park bench
And, he threw crumbs at the seagulls
His smile engulfing his face almost entirely
The only smiles that compared were on
The children running by throwing Frisbees
I guess we're all a little like Andy Dufresne
We start out clean
Climb through miles of s***
And, miraculously end up clean again
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