To be frank, I am grumpy. I caught a cold from our son. The worst of it is past but what remains is a lot of gunk in my throat and nose such that I constantly have a revolting taste in my mouth. I simply don’t have the mental capacity to build a poem tonight. Instead I’ll post some pretty photos.
Out of the Cave 
I woke with his gunk in my mouth,
And cursed his non mask wearing ways.
He brought the virus from the south,
And now he makes his father pay.
If my health goes spiralling down,
A victim of the orange clown
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Really cool choice of pictures…
with the sun playing hide and seek.
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Thanks.
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