FOOD PARCELS
Sometimes I feel COVID confused,With a comevestible of food.
Waiting to be delivered,
To the elderly covidly challenged .
At this time of year.
A knock on the door,
May your God bless you.
Would fill me with good cheer,
I've already run away.
But in my mind,
That's what I always hear.
A Merry Christmas to everyone,
As I raise a glass of cheer,
And a happy New year.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-12-06 at 01:57
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