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Jan 2014
There are days
When we find ways
To keep ourselves tucked in.

Shut in our homes
Like hermit gnomes,
Away from friends and kin.

There is no fear
Hiding here
We just want our own time and space.

Just leave us be
And again you’ll see
We’ll be back to your public place.
Connie Buchan
Written by
Connie Buchan  Regina, SK, Canada
(Regina, SK, Canada)   
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