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Apr 2020
They say on the news
Five thousand, six thousand
Numbers slowly creeping up
Staying at home, doing everything digitally
Six thousand, seven thousand
Then, there's people breaking rules
Walking outside as if it's normal
Spreading more than just a virus
Seven thousand, eight thousand
And we're the ones who have to suffer for it.
Nine thousand.
Written by
Lillian Green  13/F/Gurgaon, Haryana
(13/F/Gurgaon, Haryana)   
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