Rows and rows of rosies, we bend and sniff, achoo, we’ve more to fear these days than an ancient dreaded plague or flu, we link arms, ring-a-rosies, we hold each other tight, we’re here for all through thick and thin, through harsh morn’ scratchings and eerie dead of night. [...]
Poem: Rows of Rosies – 26/07/21

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