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I. “Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom? Emily called, she knew he wasn't keen to boom A little bit to the blue pole, a little bit under the red flag;  Everyone has ideas, who is ready to share? Zoom in.  Zoom out. How many truly care? II. Victor, once more we've entered the room zoom A place we've been to before the questions remain, simple and plain Is that a dangling mate? Is this the real victor? A choice is a choice, one for everyone Sum up the numbers, leaving us numb Is the rhetoric speech, exhausted, at last? Would the world -all people- wait for exciting news? It’s all about the covid war, though not the flu Zoom in. Zoom out. In the end, III. The world turned and the pathway ended Do you still believe we all lose? Two empty trees shaded like a pair of poles Emily whispered to herself: “the warmth of the sun in the right. Divided by a flimsy fence, all that's left is in the cold. Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom?” US troops zoomed by leaving a stench of smoke. The birds however continued their solo chanting. Note: A legal challenges in the wake of the 3 November vote to contest ballot counts.
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Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
Zoom Whispers (3 Solo chanting)
I. “Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom? Emily called, she knew he wasn't keen to boom A little bit to the blue pole, a little bit under the red flag;  Everyone has ideas, who is ready to share? Zoom in.  Zoom out. How many truly care? II. Victor, once more we've entered the room zoom A place we've been to before the questions remain, simple and plain Is that a dangling mate? Is this the real victor? A choice is a choice, one for everyone Sum up the numbers, leaving us numb Is the rhetoric speech, exhausted, at last? Would the world -all people- wait for exciting news? It’s all about the covid war, though not the flu Zoom in. Zoom out. In the end, III. The world turned and the pathway ended Do you still believe we all lose? Two empty trees shaded like a pair of poles Emily whispered to herself: “the warmth of the sun in the right. Divided by a flimsy fence, all that's left is in the cold. Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom?” US troops zoomed by leaving a stench of smoke. The birds however continued their solo chanting. Note: A legal challenges in the wake of the 3 November vote to contest ballot counts.
Note: A legal challenges in the wake of the 3 November vote to contest ballot counts.
#vote#covid#us#troop
AngelXJ
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AngelXJ
32/F/London, UK
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
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