You post post-it notes on our front door
The lights are on all year round
Including Christmas
Your friend rings
From France
I say yes, yes
We would love to go to Plum Village
You have been gone quite some time
The weather it is scorchio
I have come across limestone
In the trench that I am digging
You told me the painting was yours
Then you tell someone else it isn't
You said you liked the trench
But filled with Cotswold Stone
Not water
Your friend
The one who rang
Before the last one
Said we
Could go stay with her in Jersey
I ought to say I once constructed
A different kind of garden there
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