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Directions Ahead

A day from now,We stay locked down.’Rona’s the talk of the town.Still on the countdownTill the end of the shutdown.The world is runing on a dressing gownFrom small towns to the downtown,On the edge of a nervous breakdown. A week from now, here’s a...

The Lockdown Hymn

I glanced at meself in the mirror, desolateWith a flicker of hope from the browning hyacinthThe ever growing death count does reverberateYet the coppers can’t subdue the rendezvous at the barbeques. The shutdown has turned the supermarkets into a labyrinthOf fighters...