April 15th It is all false
How normal it all seemed.
Going out, visiting, choosing to stay.
Gardening on such a beautiful day.
No longer thinking of or worrying about covid eh?
But it is all false.
Now it’s getting late
And this verse cannot wait.
But I cannot help but be concerned
That the virus was just the beginning
Of such a precarious time for us all.
And this weekend of sunny Spring Easter day
Will be marred by more than horror if he gets his way.
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