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May 27, 2020
In My Mother's Lappandemic poetry
My cupboard is emptyof spunk and grit.You, my friends, have adaption seasoningsand flavorings.All I am doing is shakingand not accomplishingtasks hoped to do.Piles of to-dos left undoneand still waiting to be done.