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Lockdown
Going to bed then waking up late, what lies ahead?
We ask you fate
Jogs in the winter sun around the area,
Becoming healthy - losing weight
With hope in the vaccine and wanting to be immune
We look to this date
Remembering things of the past, finding comfort
Talking to a mate
Thinking what we have done and future plans
Good and bad times we know await.
Wednesday 20th November 2024 10:07 pm
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