Two meters.

 
That's six feet,
to you mate in Anglo Saxon;
people are not talking,
hugging is banned.
 
I have stopped listening to the news,
a soldier doesn't want to hear about the war;
lovers are writing letters to each other.
 
The post continues,
pet shops are open,
the High Street is half full
and hawthorn is in bloom.

 
We wait the passing of the storm.

 
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