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| A lonely Twitterer |
We’re toeing lines at friendly distances
When working out we walk a country mile
Remembering our freedom instances
As if somehow were here right now we smile
People in disguise mask their face and eyes
Keep look-out as they criss-cross pathway wide
A breathing space detached we might surmise
As one and all prefers the other side
Walking takes the panic out of buying
As needs are settled down to not buy more
Only log jams filled with trolley vying
Restrict processions solemnly in-store
When life again returns we may recall
To not ignore the writings on the wall
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