letter to another friend. eight.

I just copy and paste
the whole thing,
they can take it or leave
i do find that
much does not
matter now,
all that fiddly stuff,
all that desiring
things, when all around us
is ready.
i like the birds
and such like
little things.

i also like clothing,
find that peacocks fit, as does,
found in the charity.
glad of the heal.

yes a sensitive soul, when all is quiet,
small sounds, voices interrupt
the day.
is best we listen.

just now the planes fly over, the dog runs out looking up, barking.
it is pleasant here again today,

a piece of mind.

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