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This fancy poet, you know the type, the one
Whose poems are in little books and magazines;
He teaches classes somewhere, and holds
Workshops for the orthodox and those who
Hope someday to be, told someone that this virus
And the isolation made it hard for him to write;
Another little loss for us to suffer in these trying
Times, as we, with our work-soiled fingers, weave
The loneliness, the fear, the unemployment, into
Stories we still tell.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-10 at 15:34

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