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Today Is April Twenty-Ninth
Today is April Twenty-ninth By Franklin Price 04/29/2020 Today is April twenty-ninth, two days away is May Is Covid 19 dying, or has it come to stay? Most of the world still has it, we've all been made to pay We've shut down our economies, been made to stay away The virus came from China, then it spread to other lands In hopes that we don't catch it, we're obeying all demands We are told to stay at home, not to gather in large bands Must stay at least six feet away, wear masks, and wash our hands Many dying from it, some are young but most are old Some are asymptomatic, only carriers, we're told We see the the charts of data, the graphics shown are bold Experts, who deal, the cards we play, say it's not yet time to fold It seems to me, as time goes by, the virus symptoms grow Could be that covid gets the blame, but no one really knows Millions are put out of work, not needed, I suppose Have actions been excessive, to save face, cut off our nose? This could go on forever, scientists under the gun There's still no cure for it, they're researching more than one Must cautiously go back to work, go back into the sun We must begin to live again, or Corona will have won
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