Wednesday, April 30, 2025
Writing write-in write @, with tap , like pen-scratching surface screen without paper, the order , the cal, the direct as in dire-region-purpose-2-me-calm-BE this last day of April 30 as bird songs fill air and that reassuring hum of air-conditioning, sudden rattle off trash can lid hits the rim below it just now sounding gruff abrupt as that of airplane passing overhead drowns out that space and yet birdies tweet their messages clear crystal bright sounding just right! It’s nice says my wife!!
Writing is the order for
Me of both my night & day
SO : Here I go without
Any further pause - delay!
it's the only game that i am
Or want now toplay as it
Suits me as suiting me
Seems like the suit i am
Now in this heat able to
Carry withany assuredness
That i will fulfill in taps
Ofmy finger to right of my
Right hand's big thumb in a
Lovely tan from so much be-
In this week's outside light
And breezee and gusts of air
And motions sounds actions
Many pains groans sighs satis-
Factions attractions duties
Selfimposed by and large to
with accomplishments fill up
The space of each day and
Night so that sleep I must
Might fright ignite delight
In plain view in my sights in!
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