Watch people (humans,
Sapiens, bipeds),
Stroll around,
Carrying degrees
Of built happiness,
Figuring amounts
Of bare happiness
In their winter air—
What will work for them,
That’s all—not the end
Or the beginning
Of each heavy world
Each biped strolls through--
Each biped’s bare due.
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