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The Year of Twenty-Twenty

Living alone this Twenty-Twenty year, I truly cannot help feeling so sad. Although I know that many hold me dear, I need friends near, to be happy and glad. While waiting, I mark my plans on a pad. We're trying to do what those in charge say. Our lives have all changed in such a big way. To some the illness has brought great sorrow. When this disease goes, a much brighter day We'll all look for a better tomorrow. Written 10/10/20 Dizaine Poetry Contest Emile pinet , Sponsor

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Date: 10/29/2020 11:59:00 AM
2020 is not my boss! I see you won a contest! Congratulations, dear lady!
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Date: 10/16/2020 1:45:00 PM
Joyce, this is a lovely, timely poem full of emotions. CONGRATS on your win. Janice
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Date: 10/16/2020 1:01:00 PM
Hi Joyce. A very sweet poem. Congratulations on your win! Linda
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Date: 10/15/2020 8:00:00 AM
Congratulations Joyce! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest. This contest was difficult to judge, calling for exacting syllable counts and perfect rhymes, as requirements of this form. Well done my friend, Emile.
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