we were sent home; uncertainty
global turmoil holds balance of
our daily life especially gas prices
which seem to control our dailies
i could scream here to naught
i won't be; we're in same boat
i won't be surprise if monday
they want my five dollars for
gallon of gas or gallon of milk
i would eat frugally or not at all
whatever case maybe i would
try to survive; blend with time
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