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Long Is the Day

long is the day I went to bed at nine a bit early, but I was bored fed up sitting in all day long, only punctuated going to the shops where everyone wears a mask like they should be nurses at mealtime. People, in general, have stopped smiling no relaxing time the distance between people deepens us more than physical we are becoming strangers to one another. A happy nation is becoming grumpy when waiting in line at the pharmacy, a place of entertainment for the elderly. Every TV station goes on about the coronavirus and which country Leads in death numbers. The USA has overtaken Italy on the fatality list, so it back to JB Fletcher And old western movies. We are becoming a nation of introverts. We are not Swedish But Portuguese.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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