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Oct 2020
Some fabulous hugs

haven't happened

for a while,

cuddles left in the cupboard

no word
heard
from smile.

But like anything that has a destination of nowhere
there's always a glimmer of wonderful that stops the rot;

the saying of hope
starting to trot.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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