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I heard on the wind I heard on the wind of a wonderful thing, Of a fact that cannot be surpassed, Of a will to succeed, a vaccine if you please, That’ll put the world back on its tracks.
The wind further mentioned, ‘no further extensions’, To leaving our homes when we please, A gust thought that we might, by late June or July, Take our clothes off and dance in the streets.
A whispering wind spoke of fabulous things, Of happier days soon to come, Now the flue vaccination has a covid relation, One jab, once a year, and job done.
© Joseph G Dawson
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