And Now A Word About The Pandemic


The virus makes people want to stay inside.
The virus makes people want to run and hide.
It does not matter what the task,
officials want you to wear a mask.
On this day and every day,
you need to stay six feet away.
You need to get your hands extra clean
in order to ward off Covid-19.
I believe it is providential
that my job was considered essential.
I still got to go to work.
But not everyone did, not even the clerk.
The restaurants were closed, and so were the bars.
On the roads, you saw less cars.
But they opened back up, with restrictions,
despite all of the dire predictions.
So here's hoping the virus goes away quick,
before too many more people get sick!

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