Joy in Corona-Times by Clara olde Heuvel

Joy in Corona-Times - Clara olde Heuvel © 

Cycling with you 

Brings me so much Joy 

That it is Corona 

And we have to keep the distance 

that sometimes does annoy 

we cannot make selfies 

cause people will control us 

and check upon us even out of a schoolbus 

We love to eat ice cream while going on our bike tour 

and admire it when other people are very pure in their behaviour 

Our actions and words seems consistent

We do what we say 

we say what we do 
we do what we promised

you can count only a few 

we are no bullshitters 

but rather followers

we trust in the good of people

and that is the minimum we can offer 

we do not argue since we speak our mind

therefore I must say: 


I find you very kind

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