Rona One-Nine

To the tune of Bryan Adam’s “Summer of ’69” Got first word of some sicknessAt the dawn of the sweet springtimeTold things were gonna get really hairy‘Cause of something called COVID one-nine

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You might see a face

Driving Highway 50 from my homeSix months in, feeling all aloneI’ve got an important duty to fillBut sometimes wish I could just take a pillOne that would take away the painAm I going insane?

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Lily of the Valley

Grows lovely does sheThe lily of the valleyArching her blooming petals with lusterAnd stagnant I sagRotten to my rootWilted and troddened down with shame Pick me pick meDon’t mow me overTake me take meDon’t throw me outPlant me plant meSo I can grow againThe shovel’s in your hands Blowing across the fieldI catch wind of… Continue reading Lily of the Valley

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