What We Are
We’re only what we are ,
no way getting round it,
your shoes don’t fit a bit
and you cannot wear mine.
Stuck within these confines
at isolation’s door,
roll out the rug and dance a song,
be the you the pack spat out.
Uno, Uno, Uno?
The one and only YOU. 🙂
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Be the uno you know! Packs are fickle anyway…
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I am smiling.
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