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The sun is shining, games not played, only the dog walkers parade, morale declining, children pining, this is the plague decade. Key workers nervously, bravely give service, while others wait to discover their fate. Watching wretched news, numbers are rising, much elegising, loves no one would choose.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
The Plague Decade
The sun is shining, games not played, only the dog walkers parade, morale declining, children pining, this is the plague decade. Key workers nervously, bravely give service, while others wait to discover their fate. Watching wretched news, numbers are rising, much elegising, loves no one would choose.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
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