Lockdown locked him down
Though his prison was his home
All vestiges of life
Disappeared
Whilst joggers jogged along
And others passed by on two wheels
His door was locked
No voice was to be heard
Even speech locked down
No one spoke his language
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We all speak a dialect similar yet different – the mystery is to try to teach others to understand our personal language!
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Going through some old posts Lorraine. This was so lovely. It touched me deeply 😊
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