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Lines on New Year’s Day 2021

Will there be
Among the coming months
An early summer day,
Warm, but not too warm,
Tinged with a gentle breeze,
When the twin demons finally
Will feel gone,
Sealed away on the
Take-up reel of the
Bright projector of time,
The virus tamed,
The vile would-be king
Dethroned and left to flail
Unheard, unseen?

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