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A common flu, You turn cold blue. Is corona after you? A sore throat. And thoughts afloat. Being offered to corona as a scapegoat? Experiencing headache. Out of fear you shake. Are you a part of corona outbreak? A dry cough. You cease to laugh. You hear corona scoff. A rise in body temperature. You feel time for departure. Are you a victim of this creature? Wanting a gasp. But seems out of grasp. You go more out of breath. Afraid that close to death? A minute virus can cause such a scare. It is God's creation , then what about God up there??
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
Corona
A common flu, You turn cold blue. Is corona after you? A sore throat. And thoughts afloat. Being offered to corona as a scapegoat? Experiencing headache. Out of fear you shake. Are you a part of corona outbreak? A dry cough. You cease to laugh. You hear corona scoff. A rise in body temperature. You feel time for departure. Are you a victim of this creature? Wanting a gasp. But seems out of grasp. You go more out of breath. Afraid that close to death? A minute virus can cause such a scare. It is God's creation , then what about God up there??
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
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