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Sick Santa
social distancing scorned
masks impede his beard
visor scares the reindeer
spooking as he steered
medics shave his whiskers
off with red festive attire
reindeer pining for Santa
cough softly at their byre
tube down Santa's chimney
no more season's greetings
in a coma Christmas begets
few hale or hearty meetings
drones take Santa's place
icy pla...
Friday 25th December 2020 10:31 am
Glory
Giant girders bent and burnt and
Crushed fire engines daunt the
Halls of the museum at Albany N.Y. the
Monumental fossils of
9/11 but what will be the
Bones of war with small fry that
Flew poker-faced into the side of our souls?
After the cover-ups and cock-ups and shifty politics and
Constructive euthanasia and
Plastic heroes what
Glorious moraine can grinding folly ...
Friday 29th May 2020 12:25 pm
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