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jazzy_daveAnother dull winter day
A life that feels grey
Yet the mind does astray
Towards the month of May.
When Spring comes around
To the fresh and lively sound
Of humanity no longer drowned
In the pandemic that so ground
Us in despair like a vicious hound.
A life that feels grey
Yet the mind does astray
Towards the month of May.
When Spring comes around
To the fresh and lively sound
Of humanity no longer drowned
In the pandemic that so ground
Us in despair like a vicious hound.
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