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 Sep 2020 spacesoup
Nigel Finn
No more poems, thank you;
I think that I'm done.
My notebook's half empty,
And apathy's won.

Please turn off the music;
My songs are all sung.
I think the night's over,
Although it's still young.

No more words, I beg you;
Just slice off my tongue!
They're just wasted air,
From a withering lung.

I've no more left to say;
Time to blot out the sun.
My notebook's half empty,
And apathy's won.
This space to be left blank
 Jul 2020 spacesoup
Ashly Kocher
Radiant smile
Go getter of life
Strong as ever
When life gets rough
Positive attitude
Love for all
You are amazing after all
Masks bridle passion.
'Pandemic rules' enforce distance.
Love,corona reimagined!
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
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