If we're still naming days
I'll guess at Sunday
Another day of rest
The diary is empty
We're Lockdown Socialites
The belles of no balls
All dressed down
and nowhere to go
Groundhog Day
Rinse and Repeat
Same time tomorrow?
If we're still naming days
Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal.
Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair.
Walk with a limp and a stick.
Cue the double entendré and the stick.
Saving money on shoes.
Spending it on thoughts.
Overdrawn at the creative bank.
Loan facility disabled.
The irony!
Stronger through weakness.
Weaker through slogans.
New journeys to be taken.
Pop along.
I'm off my back.
I'm back.
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