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Jan 2022
I think I'm dying,
I am to scared to ask
The government’s lying
Pull up your mask,
The shelves are low
Some do without,
I sneezed,
Someone shouted,
“Cover your mouth”!
The order is mute
I wonder why?
The only thing exposed are my eyes,
I am disgusted,
Without a reply
Tasting my sneeze,
I lower my eyes,
I am scared,
I pray,
What else can I do?
It would have been nice,
To hear, "Bless you".
©BLC 2022
Written by
B L Costello  WNY
(WNY)   
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