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Thirteen Minutes From Home
Thirteen Minutes From Home
I was thirteen minutes from home
On a warm April day
Bumping my way through a crowd
The future a lifetime away
There were cars revving their engines
As they crawled along the street
kids were playing in gardens
And getting under everyone’s feet
Just for a second I paused
As I turned into Pandemic Close
As the noise fell away lik...
Saturday 25th April 2020 3:07 pm
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