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I miss the way you make brews too weak,
Served up with endless biscuits,
I miss the way the room goes quiet,
When we howl with childish laughter,
I miss stealing words,
Between cries of our children,
Time standing still,
As we ramble through weeks again,
I miss lifting each other up,
Plotting schemes for the future,
'Thank goodness for videocalling'
I say it, it's true,
But oh, how...
Monday 8th February 2021 9:07 pm
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