One practices with the world.
Like thank you
Like see you again
Like come over for a cup of tea.
My neighbours are warm people
I sometimes go over with croissants and we drink coffee
They send me puddings and laughter
They keep my dogs
They often watch my health from windows
They would see you visit me and walking out of the house
Days would haunt me when you came calling truce
And I would hope and despair
About uprooting the past
and mental asylums of tacit and trustworthy
My neighbours are warm people
I sometimes now send over my son and we drink coffee
They warmly smile and bless me
They too accept
That I draw my curtains when you visit
Very lovely! You catch the fine nuances perfectly.
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