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Someday

May 27, 2020

In My Mother's Lap

pandemic poetry

My cupboard is empty
of spunk and grit.
You, my friends,
have adaption seasonings
and flavorings.
All I am doing is shaking
and not accomplishing
tasks hoped to do.
Piles of to-dos left undone
and still waiting to be done.

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