Being a girl of action,
I'm left in this Corona affected nation,
With bawls 'bout caution,
And lughole's wearied with all these forewarns .
Bittersweet cage it's more like ,
With limited vivers ,
Once, out and you'll be full of fright,
Assure yourself you are accompanied with accurate aegis .
Fairly it is strenuous ,
Forbye it's somewhat momentous,
For squandering split seconds ,
With my brood, though not playmates.
Yet this time should be spared.
So there , me a wild juvenile bidding her time,
Vexingly yet with serene mind ,
For the lord to open the turnstile,
And in the air , I'll glide bidding little goodbyes.
©not.me54
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