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Mar 2020
Its virus gate,
So separate and isolate
Lock up, stock up
And rock up for the showdown
In slowtown
Get with the notion
There aint no potion
That’s going to save our skins
From our despoiling sins,
Our double chins
And our plastic filled bins
Better notify your next of kin
No need to curse
It’s covid 19 the virus
The new kid in the hood
You know it aint going to be good
Its starting to escalate
Now they try to shut the gate
Is it too late……
Is it fate?
Written by
grahame rourke
95
   Bogdan Dragos
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