I am Rufus.
I am old, and this pavement is no place to rest.
But here is a very fine pile of leaves over there.
I need to look around to make sure it’s the best.
Yes, this is the spot autumn has created for my old bones. Life is good here.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx
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