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Pray No Virus On My Hands

. Awash . My clean hands. My paws I pray with folded hands. I pause I hold. No gaps in my fingers I give. Receive compulsive An Order Humility wish Still...I ...Pray for all for Me Free in love in faith no fears to receive and to give Unenforced. There I hold thee no fears ....nor guilt Paradox to wash clean in gallons of synthetics Hold on. A spoof this All the hand sanitizers of WHO CDC will not sweeten this little hand. Alas Now I suffer compulsive fear of giving

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