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By The North Star
Unlike Robinson Crusoe
They got marooned
Without a ship-wreck but
They'll still lose track of time,
The old folk
For out of sight of land
They're snagged in a
Cross-current,
Wondering will they die,
One way or another,
Before its over.
I know for I'm in the same boat except
It's been longer.
Yet they are the lucky ones for
They've had a life, while for
...
Tuesday 19th May 2020 11:46 am
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