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Jul 2020
My friend got married last year before Covid 19,
Sweet and in  her teen,
Her husband wanted her to wear a veil,
The veil makes me feel like in jail,
She would wail,
She refused to do so,
Without a veil everywhere she would go.
Then came the corona virus,
Pandemic chaos,
Sanitizer  and mask a must,
To protect from droplets and dust.
The groom was delighted,
A veil and a mask in his hand he weighted,
Told his wife to choose one,
Something to cover your face is better than none,
My beauty,
My sweetie.
11/7/2020
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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