Here in the cemetery Among her guardian faeries I kneel with flowers in hand Wearing a mask and feeling bland You cannot see my smile Under my new covering style Do not be alarmed, I’m no bandit See under my arm, it’s the same old blanket That I use to sit down beside you Where […]
It’s the Same Old Blanket
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Oh Chris, thank you, and I am honoured for the reblog of my poem…
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You are more than welcome Ivor I should keep in touch more often but life in these strange times tends to slow things down, hope you are continuing to stay well
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I’m ok, just feeling tired and strange like everyone else.
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Who would ever have thought the world would come to this add the threat of climate change wars and instability and the possibility of four more years!!! Good job we are made of stern stuff together apart we will overcome
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