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I work at this little Assistant living place.
Everyone that comes there has
To wear a mask on their face.
Oblivious they are to what's really going on.
My friends the elderly getting sick it won't be long.
People die of the flu every year.
Coded 19 strikes a lot of fear.
Stimulus checks they are a lot of help.
But they aren't sent with a lot of heartfelt.
How much more will the American people stand.
Wildfires burning over across the land.
The worst pandemic covid-19 worldwide infection.
It will all end after this year's election.

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