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however much he scrubbed them the smell of pungent chemicals

never left the Chinese crocs and he was fortunate in the sense that

he did not need further measures or precautions for social distancing

surely the men in Beijing knew a thing or two about the small virus


when the epidemic was over his nostrils and septum were exhausted

and it was not white powder which left a hole in his lonesome life

as isolation took its toll and he had become to enjoy his own company

and therefore he smelled a rat when encouraged to socialize once again


mutations came to his aid new strands of micro-organisms appeared

and he was desperate to fortify his own bubble of one on his own

luckily smelly fuzzy socks came to his rescue with virulent stench

as he sniffed at the fourth wave of infection and inhaled his freedom


30th June 2021

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