Lockdown 2: March 25th,2020
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I'm walking on my own through streets that are dead.
And I can't even hear the murmur of the birds.
I'm only going out for some wine, milk and bread.
I'm tired of listening to all the empty words.
Of the politicians and their ilk. I think I'll
Try and compose something new. It might take a while,
But hopefully, it will perhaps reflect how I feel.
I won't allow my aching heart to turn to steel.
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