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Apr 2015
Nothing fills the air,
Save the workings of a solitary woodpecker,
Not concerned with much,
Mind you,
But the tree and itself.

I should think all should strive for that:
Simple thoughts,
Simple doings,
Simple happiness,

And simple life.

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