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On the Limitations Of Hand Gel
My love life is a dusty relic of the Stone Age
The risks of COVID are too much to handle
My new blow-up doll's not quite the same
But dames are just not worth the candle
I miss the gossip working from home, and
I'm growing obese eating non-stop cookies,
I'm depressed from thinking about my fate,
Facing queer street from on-line bookies
The allotment affords me a b...
Wednesday 30th September 2020 11:06 am
Old and Out In the Cold
Annie was eighty and lived in a care home
Someone had wanted her out of the way
Unsung staff were her guardian angels
Love of the job more important than low pay
The home was a sanctuary for Annie
For her age she was mobile and fit
Her life was peaceful and quite secure
Until the day the covid-19 pandemic hit
Matron and her assiduous staff
Worried about Annie a...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 3:48 pm
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