A walk to a cafe,
With your best girl walking slightly behind,
'course, you know what they say,
When it's snowed a lot the sidewalk is not,
ADA compliant,
Sometimes she's in front, there is no preference,
No matter where she is, she's heaven-sent,
Then on the uneven snow, two more miles,
Off to the AGO,
Three exhibits, then moules and a cocktail,
Streetside at the bistro,
Then the walk back,
Through the blistering wind,
The day's not quite half done, but I may be,
The most relaxed flaneur that's ever been.
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