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Mar 2020
There was once a little bat,
Shes name was enza,
We open up the windows,
And now in flew enza.

Caught by farmers, this little bat,
Poor enza tried to avoid,
In the caves of china, she was at.

She was but another meal,
Ones that locals always enjoyed,
But she was a plague, a devils reel.
migayle ocuaman
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migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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