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2020... A Year To Forget

A year a misery of stress and strain.
A rampant virus to control and tame.
A year of 'Lockdown' of Tiers and so.
A year of 'bubbles' but none to blow.

A year of heroes, a year of the brave.
A year of the window, chat and wave.
A year of isolation it became for some.
A year when a summer meant no sun.

A year of hardship, of sacrifice galore.
A year of eye contact, one of new law.
A year of little travel, of empty skies.
A year we heard some ridiculous lies.

A year when opportunities went amiss.
A year without many a cuddle and kiss.
A year of great sorrow, so full of regret.
2020 a year, I would just love to forget.

 

◄ Highclere House

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