It’s times like these I wish I liked to buy.
The season is upon me. I have means,
computer, family. Compelled to try
to send them gifts, I leaf through magazines
and catalogs, attempting to comply
with social orders during quarantines.
The work demands odd creativity,
suppressing these attempts at poetry.

(Ottava Rima)

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