25 weeks now in lockdown
springtime full of sunny days
quiet roads and streets like the 50s
the shock of Covid
new ways of living
In Our Place
So many quiet days wondering
“Ast bin men bin”
or postie with his sack
Will I see anyone today
its ‘angin’ ain’t it
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Summer of much hotter days
too pants for me
too humid inside or out
Sometimes the relief of rain couching down
with thunder plumps flowing into
ginnels and back yards
the local park’s metal dinosaur glistening after in the sun
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Brews a plenty throughout
Ham barms spread with butter
Fish and chips and peas with pea wet
from the Top O’ Th’ Cross Chippy
for a chippy tea
And then pubs opening
lots enjoying a few scoops
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All those scallys in downing street
are they just demic with
U-turns too many to count
It is so bobbins this Covid
it’s well bad
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Autumnal days cooler shorter
still in lockdown
will it be sorted
by the London Bell Ends
or will it get dead worse
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On Florizel Street
people like us continue
bessies supporting each other
however mingin’ it is
We are still buzzin’ for life
you don’t get owt for nowt
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– Pauline Smith
