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Apr 2020
No one, has lied to me
everyone tells  the truth.

I know not one of you that
died, why then give a hoot.

Wall Street's not bricked
no barriers all around

We are looking for a clue
it's too cryptic too profound.

Corona is a decoy for a
number called the dead

We're not doing the counting
they put figures in our head.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
22
     savarez and Regan
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