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  Apr 2020 Perry
Traveler
What has love done for me?
I can count on one hand,
four maybe five perhaps three
people who actually love me

Sad but true what has love
ever done for you?
Perhaps it’s time to make a move
Just one good lover would be enough
After all these times are getting tough

The little bit of love I have I hold dear
I take the wheel and carefully steer
What more needs to be said?
I need more love before I’m dead
Before I come back to haunt
So come and get some love if you want
Don’t roll over and go to sleep
Spread the love both far and deep
...........
Traveler Tim
  Apr 2020 Perry
Stephen E Yocum
Oh, what I miss most
is the closeness and
touch of a human hand.
A simple thing, one we
normally take for granted,
like my grandchildren's arms
around my neck. Handshakes
or hugs in greetings or farewells
with friends, all taken for granted
for years, lost to us for now,
but will eventually return.
  Apr 2020 Perry
Marshal Gebbie
Eternal are the words of thy creation, Sire,
As eternal as the ruby, red of rose.
And, as with all, your phrases hush, to turn to dust
Which, waywardly, across the pavement blows,
Then one by one red petals curl to scatter down
Red rudiments of, once, enticing bloom,
Conjoining beauties kiss to reach across the night,
Exquisite now, as one, in light of moon.

M.
2 April 2020
To Nat the Lipps
In response to his heartfelt verse:
"Pandemic Manhattan
Red Roses from Wholesale Foods"
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