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The streets
are so
lonely
in the middle
of the afternoon
when
no one
recognizes
anyone else
The streets
are so
lonely
in the middle
of the afternoon
when
no one
recognizes
anyone else
Plague and Volcano Shock
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Uncertainty at Christmas time, concern over interest rates and prices spikes coming, the job market is a whole other concern because of gvt. trust factor. Blank stares are going to be common as we go, comatose. I am ignoring everything negative for a while. It's Christmas. Lean and mean or flush with cash no difference. It's Christmas and I put on my hat and spread some thing akin to joy. The kids love it and you can see in the eye of the adults a spark of what it was like to wait for Santa; the toughest night of the year for sleep.
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The holiday comes from the heart, it is a thing to be made, to be created, and shared. The rest of the year is for tallying, watching, commenting, but Christmas that's for celebrating and we're counting blessings. we are still alive and we have always walked with death behind us, nothing new there.
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Smile, Santas coming.The world will wake up and find Covid vaccines in their stockings this year. All they have to do is take the pill and live. Best wishes for the season my poetry pal. Talk to you later.
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Lady A
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Well, we'll all have plenty
Well, we'll all have plenty to complain about on Festivus anyway