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    The piper's music drew people from their homes and work, transporting them back to a happier time as they danced in the street for half an hour. The poem advocates taking time to appreciate life's simple pleasures like watching animals, streams, and beauty instead of being too busy with cares that leave no time to enjoy leisurely experiences.

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    The piper's music drew people from their homes and work, transporting them back to a happier time as they danced in the street for half an hour. The poem advocates taking time to appreciate life's simple pleasures like watching animals, streams, and beauty instead of being too busy with cares that leave no time to enjoy leisurely experiences.

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    A PIPER

    by: Seamus O'Sullivan

    PIPER in the streets today Set up, and tuned, and started to play, And away, away, away on the tide Of his music we started; on every side Doors and windows were opened wide, And men left down their work and came, And women with petticoats coloured like flame. And little bare feet that were blue with cold, Went dancing back to the age of gold, And all the world went gay, went gay, For half an hour in the street today

    W. H. Davies
    Leisure
    WHAT is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows: No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass: No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night: No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance: No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began? A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

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