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#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry

The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..

Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today

no more than a mouse has come

out to the house

where i live

Mum and dad are at our kid’s

so i’m sat under a rug

watching BBC News

all nice and snug

Wireless classics from out on the stage

and comedy recordings for a digital age

kept me occupied and going

off the page

But its starting to melt,

the snow and the ice

with the thermometer rising

its feeling quite nice

Need a shovel – not a boat

but i’ll be wearing my big coat

as to the shop i go

dressed like an eskimo

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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