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I promise at home in my house my lipgloss is pretty

Lots of new colors of lipgloss, but my lips are covered by these masks. Gasping for air every where we go with the mask in tow.

Lots of new clothes for Christmas this year, but there is no where to go. No one to care.

Lots of restrictions then phases, and then changes in phases along with restrictions again and again. Back to phase 1 same song, new dance. Just want get these masks off our faces. Open back up all of our favorite places.

I want see people smile, play dress up, and eat in fancy restaurants. So many places are closing their doors. Changing the map of the what once was our cities. What a pity.

Lots of new colors of lipgloss, but my lips are covered by these masks. Gasping for air everywhere we go with the mask in tow.

Lots of new clothes for Christmas this year, but there is no where to go. No one to care.

Back to phase one, no one can hug. Elbow bumps are lame. Same old game, just another dance. What are the chances we will ever get to take off these masks. I promise at home in my house my lipgloss is pretty.

This is the nitty gritty of our new norm. We have to weather this storm. I know people are losing their minds. These are the signs of the times…

The lipgloss will be expired, and not a match for my skin by the time it might be seen. Just as maddening the next store is having to hang their closed sign in shut of its doors. Years of service to the city. What a pity.

I want to hug people, the elbow bump seems so impressionable. My eyes don’t light up enough for anyone to see I am smiling (I promise I am). This world all looks as if it is lying, even dying.

I promise at home in my house my lipgloss is pretty. Not a first world problem, but still what a pity. This is the end of my sharing my thoughts I have a runway show to put on with all my new swag. Back to phase 1 it makes me so sad. No one will see the frown I wear under my Keen mask. Corona is having a blast.

I promise at home in my house my lipgloss is pretty, what a pity.

These are signs of the times, now you all know what is on my mind. Hey I will be here all weekend. 😂🤣😂 cuz we back to phase 1. Son of a gun…The government has us under their thumb.