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Stuck indoors

Stuck indoors

Sick of this same situation staying indoors

I am fedup of watching paint dry and pacing those floors

And lately I have caught up on all of my household chores

I have cleaned out cluttered closets and spent time sorting my clustered drawers..

Too many months of being stuck in my house

With nobody else to talk to but my dear beloved spouse

Though we have both lasted well and tried not to grouse

But sometimes we just sit there as quiet as a mouse..

Oh my God everyone has had enough of this pandemic plight

With everlasting lockdowns and not an end in sight

Our lack of social freedom is totally not alright

So rollon these vaccinations to walk that tunnel towards the light...

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Greg Etsell

i know its hard 
but one day the sun will rise 
and things will be better 
and it will be happy days agin 

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Jill Tait

Yes It will be and I love your optimism x

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Being Me

It is tough isn't it?  Everything just seems so dreary and difficult at the moment. I think you have summed up well how most of us feel x

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Jill Tait

Awwww rollon Springtime with some sunshine & lovely blue skies luv xxx❤️💕❤️

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Being Me

Absolutely!! ⚘ 🐇🌳🌻  ❤ x

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Jill Tait

Love & humongous hugs to you my sweet Cherie 💕💕💕

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