When Corona tiptoed into the human fraternityAnd stopped touch in many a hugging communityMany spoke of end timesMany spoke of dwindling dimesMany spoke of no affectionAs many died from the horrid infectionPrayers and medicine dined on different tablesThe latter winning according to many cablesAll wanted stability in their stables IIThen Corona transformed from a blister […]
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