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CURFEW 20

DAY 20 – Aug 22 incoming lockdown black dog just wanna lie down and go back to sleep forget the sameness of the day-to-day suppress aching to be far away on some distant and forbidden shore of company lost at sea humanity want want want the way it used to be connected as we were before this eternal doctor’s waiting room littered with old magazines called Life Hmm… too easy to write miserable I’ve decided to be not accept my lot our lot’s lot and to smile a lot and only look at puppy vids and piano-playing kittens and avoid all stats.




See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

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