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M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Just yesterday it was reported there were Lots of BBQ party's hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! One of which had twenty-something guests Local police force sadly attests. Then there are parking wardens walking 2-by-2 In the city streets earning revenue I can only guess they must also be Seen as essential workers too, like me. And, buses running ahead of schedule, Park passengers in a germ-filled cesspool Further prolonging stays together and Chance of infection what's not to understand? An intensive care nurse Lorraine Jones, from Manchester is asked to share, quite benumb- Her protective face-mask and used filters. "Are our NHS staffs being used as transmitters? " She-berates and attacks the government For not doing more, it's just abhorrent. While told an Italian nurse infected Committed suicide has self-ejected. Fearing she's contaminated others Her life and work, it's now hit the buffers. Here brightly coloured joggers are running Around street corners, coughing and panting. And some are even out playing football It's all incredulous what a furore. The police in Piccadilly gardens, Toe to toe, forgetting—social-margins. Social distancing with junkies slouching Closely standing with those that are flouting The law, I listen to one by the fountains, She demands, begs as she still carousels Near to the floor, another drag on Her shared marijuana joint, thereon The meat wagons arrive and quickly fill: 8 pm all applaud from their window sill.

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