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With apologies to AA Milne, I present my little Covid poem.
There is a window where I sit
There isn’t any other quite like it
It isn’t open to the outside
Behind its glass I must now hide
Quarantined yet again
Covid is a horrid friend
Though the light is gentle
The view is wide
And my little cat is by my side
I yearn for the happy day
When stupid Covid goes the hell away
It’s almost, fingers crossed, done with my household this time around. May you craft with health and joy!
Cat Mad Crochet 
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