Peace and Quiet
I loathe the sound of modern lifeman made machine, electric knifechainsaw rip through old oak boughit seems so inhumane, somehow give me peace, tranquillitymaybe I am getting oldthe robins chirp, the creek of tree buzz of bee, or croak of toadtake your ruinous things awaynot for me the the whirr of drill tranquillity and air of stillis all I ask this gorgeous day
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