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Jan 2021
I have come to far to throw this **** thing in reverse.  It will not prolong my ride in  a hearse.
I would rather go forward scars and faults in tow.
Then be tagged a back peddler on the biggest toe.

I am what and who I am said the song
Neil sit stand in the pew of digital

Why can we not just embrace all we are.
Regardless of the scars and failures in the mare.

I would rather go forward just as I am
Let's just say I would never make it  if I back worded again

There was justice in time always is cant escape
So why not go forward the hardest stake

In a world full of COVID the op and the germ
I seek nothing but solace in the turmoil of the ****

We can quote Socrates and Nostradamus Quatrain
I would rather be told why that COVID is a strain?

WWIII the War of the Psyche
I never seen this shirt made by NIKE

From God to a Muse to Satan himself
We are  all at a halt
Like the Elf on the Shelf

From beliefs to color
to the King of Cash and Currency
Have we lost all diplomacy?

The poker dogs sit a fun game they play
Hands full of cards more souls ....wouldn't you say?

As you look to your family
now collateral damage

Are you eating Chop Suey or a Ham sandwich

Some say I speak in Riddles and lies

Have you ever seen the Spider talk to the fly

I hope some hits home so you can see ......

That is all





January 11...2021
The 2nd Round of COVID
Michelle A Ford
Written by
Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
(45/F/Upstate New York)   
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