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1.8. Metres - Maybe 2..

Shall I compare thee to a corona virus?

Thou art more resilient to my T cells.

Self isolation and employers’ threats to fire us

Will never keep me from you....  Oh, hells bells! -

Sometimes I wonder if our temperatures were raised

Together - I might just have a (dry cough) chance.

But however skilfully these lines are phrased

I cannot forsee any avenue of advance:

My compromised immune system’s done -

It cannot tell a virus from a sonnet.

One’s 14 lines, and t’other Covid19 but which one?

Never mind, my sympathetic nervous system’s on it!

 

Come on, let’s go! No need to plan it...

Hang on, what’s this? - “Keep 2 metres’ distance”?

 

**** it.

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jeremy-ducane
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Apr 2, 2020
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