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IN THE YEAR 2020

It's 2020 a virus is in the air,
It spreads like wild fire everywhere.

People are dying the hospitals are stressed,
Wear a mask was their request.

People are hoarding groceries and supplies,
Every single person taking by surprise.

Some refused to follow the rules,
They closed stores, churches and the schools.

So many of us out of work,
It's like the world went berserk.

Thousands are dying every day,
A vaccine to save your life, so they say.

Half the world got in line,
The rest complained, bitched and whined.

So many died and went away,
Still people screamed of foul-play.

It's 2021 and the virus is taking live’s.
Mom's, dad's, son's, daughters, husbands and wives.

Pestilence is on the rise,
Stand in line to get supplies.

Some people have it and never get sick,
Some live, some recover, others die so quick.

It's 2021 the Corona Virus is still here,
No one knows who, will play it by ear.

TURBO 2021

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Comments

a good retrospective of the year just ended. There are some typos and such that should be taken care of though. Line 18, change life's to lives. Line 22 omit "so". A couple of others which I'll let you find lol

that the pandemic came as a whirlwind of destruction to mankind. Almost every continent of the world experienced the erruption. The joy of the people was eroded and work came to halt.

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