. gently .

. gently .

here this morning, treading one note at a time,

pointing toes, wondering about the roof

next door in all this wind.


vedro con mio diletto


now the days grow lighter, my head is

tied back on, and all seems well.


it all sounds worse than it really is,

the beams , you know, do creak so.


it is an older house, direct line will

not insure, as it does not conform.


i use another company.



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