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11 November 2021

Saw a band performing tonight

They were following a gag order

But music should be liberating and free

Full of fun and joy and le vida loca

But we’re marching to the beat

of a different drummer these days

And with everyone falling in line

But these lines are getting very blurred

Are these really a sign o’ the times?





Over and out

There’s no magic roundabout

There’s only you and me

Trying to make sense of it all

To be continued...maybe

Copyright © Hans Ebert

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