Now, all my trash talk, I am certainly a peasant!
Thank you, Ssanta, for the Christmas present.
It came a bit early, don't you think?
A covid household! Fancy that!
You always liked to give out crap.
Me, I don't want to break the rules..
So God bless you, and all your tools.
My they prosper, fester and grow.
And return on your head.
Oh.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Am hoping this is an older poem and you haven`t got it this year, good read
It's current. Whatever doesn't kill us makes us stronger!
Sorry to hear that, take care
It's all good, gives me an excuse to get out of other things.
The timing isn’t good. Sorry to hear your household got this unwelcome delivery. Wishing you all better soonest.
Thank you x
With any luck this is not a personal poem. Wishing you the best
Tis the season, regrettably. Just, please, do not indulge in the "vaccinations." Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a grisly, haunting poignancy.
No vax hear.
It comes around every couple of years, weaker each time.
He's got nothing on us!
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