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am finding it hard to use this new WP with Blocks etc
So it is takinng me longer to write anything
And it seems unable to connect to Google photos

The trees are weeping tears of loss and grief
The storm attacked them while they were in leaf
Birds fly by my window, very close
I have not cut the shrubs so near the house

So this garden is my private wood
Shared by birds and beatles and by God
For I find God in silence, long and green
And in the little places in between

Yet I am sad my man has had to die
After several years my heart still cries
The house, the pictures, stoneware seem to speak
I cry for him when sound is absent,bleak

Now the grief is less I miss him most
He seems so far away, in tears he floats

1. My food’s no longer bagged when it arrives
   So I buy plastic bags myself instead
   Then I have to stand close by the man
   Helping him use my bags to put it in
   
   So now I buy black bags and other types
   I use more plastic than I did, can this be right?
   I also have to stand near my front door
   I can’t stay safe distant any more
   
2. I see some shops deliver in brown sacks
   Made of paper,easy to unpack
   I wonder if I can get mine there
   When I find out who the people are
   
   Now I get more angry by the day
   I think if I could kneel down,I would pray