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Taking Cover


I'm going into 
hiding
and won't come out
until the storm
has passed
at last
the sun returns
within and
without.
Fear 
so 
powerful
drives 
dark agendas
that block
the light
of truth
and
hope
and
healing.
We cope
by believing.
Wake me
when 
it's over
please.  


Cheryl KP 
2020

Comments

  1. May I join you in your hiding place? I promise to stay 6 feet away. If you can stand my silly old face, we will live to write another day.

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    1. I would love to share social distancing and shelter with you Pam! I venture to say we would have a blast, even six feet apart. Think of it...table tennis, fooseball, popcorn tossing, trivial pursuit, Words With Friends, movies....wait, wait, wait...and we could actually, you know, like TALK....🤭Oh my! Bring along your own hand sanitizer and toilet paper, of course. 😉

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  2. I'll stop by later with a takeout order for you. Burger and Yuengling Light. You want dessert?

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    1. Oh dear Lord, yes! Double with bacon and cheese. Hold the onion please. Dessert? Hot fudge brownie brownie ice cream pie. And thank you! Can’t wait to hear about your latest project! Bring a calculator too. 😉

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  3. I will have to think this over in the garden. Will be back later after the fingers are good and dirty.

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    1. Ahhh...the sound of dirty fingers typing is what drives me wild. 😉😀

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