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Sep 2021
Behind the mask lay healthy fear
of politicians she hears jeer
and false pundits who's view can ****
she wishes these would keep tongue still
and never batter at her ear.

Their words 'bout freedoms, insincere
they don't uplift just bring death near
she's weary of these, had her fill
behind the mask...

She knows her duty, will adhere,
keeps her distance doesn't go near
the mask-less with their weaker will
but hears the folk up on the hill
who cherish her they know she's dear
behind the mask...
" dear" something or someone which has value...
Rew
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   Rob Rutledge
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