An ode to the local
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lockdownpoet
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Lamenting the closing of the local pub

An ode to the local

The pubs are shut

The grass aint cut

The pints not flowing

The lawn needs mowing

The pies are cold

The snacks are old

The crisps are stale

The lack of ale

The jukey's quiet

The waitress fired

The buzz is gone

The fire ain't on

The food disposed

The doors are closed

Goodbye my Local

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