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Mar 2020
We heard a voice that
no one even knew
town crier be he
with his nights curfew

A lockdown came our
lights then changed in hue
condemned to silence
which was their baton's cue

Behind closed doors
where fear it did imbue
a speaker loud tells
us what we must do

We eat we sleep and
walk all in a queue
There once were many
but now there's just a few.


ps.

What is about to happen.
Ryan O'Leary
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Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
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