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Here's my poem for the day. The prompt is to write about a hobby.

Every third Wednesday,
I go out alone,
I sit in the park,
On my favorite gray stone,
I dream of dreaming,
And growing old,
I look at the sky,
I pray for my soul
I smell the fresh air,
And breathe in the cold,
I listen to beauty,
The best story told,
This is my hobby,
Just being alone.