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Covid-ity
During the lockdown, I didn't do much writing and wasn't inspired like some to write about Covid or the lockdown in general, as I figured there would be enough people doing this already. The poem below is a new and first draft. It is meant to be messed up like the whole crisis and covers things I have heard said from a whole host of people and media. Comments please and anything I could add to ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 8:43 am
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