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Halloween 2020

They move from house to house with a mask on each child's face, knocking on the doors and then all shouting 'Track or trace?' The people opening the doors all have masks on as well, who's celebrating Halloween, well nobody can tell. The sweets are handed out upon a palm with rubber glove, can't see a smile that shows whether they're handed out with love. Maybe there is some gentleness seen in the giver's eyes, the kids rush home to eat them after they have sanitised. They may have made the effort to make Death and horror fun, with squeals and lamps and pumpkins as from door to door they run, but this year as they lie in bed they know, and they can feel the horror all around them and that Death is really real.

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Date: 12/23/2020 4:56:00 PM
Such a timely poem describing the restrictions of this disease, Viv: You have captured the situation perfectly. I hear you have a mutation to deal with now. Hope you have a nice Christmas despite this. Best, SuZ
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Date: 10/27/2020 1:06:00 PM
Can't wiggle out of this one! Aloha! Rico
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