Thursday, March 19, 2020

Coronavirus




Coronavirus
By R.e. Taylor

Something small is coming
One by one
People are getting infected
Wanting to live inside of you
It doesn’t mean to kill you
It just wants to live and have babies
Making you sicker and sicker
You share it with everyone you meet
And it continues to grow and have babies
Until it has conquered the entire planet
And it is all because you didn’t wash your hands

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