A month of poems has gone away.
I think I only missed one day.
I never wrote about my spouse.
Hell, I barely ever left my house.
Please don’t shed another tear.
I’ll be back again next year.
Deadlines make me write each day.
Even when quality goes astray.
Stay six feet apart,
Keep your hands clean.
I want to do this again,
While not in quarantine.
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