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May 2020
It took fragile miles drawn from wrong.
To erupt and lay claim.
Alignment painfully gone.
Grinding piled teeth along the way.
Around infected perimeters rim. Contenders bid humanity's stay.
Aloud, each crowd bewildered.
Will announce the lost each day.
john p green
Written by
john p green  florida
(florida)   
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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