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A Hot Soup

Corona has made a hot soup caught us unawares, in a coup a hothead. We love to touch, hug eachother enjoy our drink, chat together with hotdog. This weakness Corona exploited mutating, making us doited a hotrod. Wanting to do damage contain caregivers hurried, to maintain a hotline. Humans' old habbits die very hard older and sick, it did bombard as hotbed 13.5.2020

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Funom Makama

Date: 5/19/2020 6:25:00 AM

We will eliminate the steam and cool the heat. We will solidify this soup and pour it into the nearest waste bin. Humanity has conquered several adversaries in world history and corona will NOT be an exception. So apt and beautifully crafted. I love your mesmerizing lines.

Mohan Chutani
Date: 5/19/2020 7:52:00 AM

Funom, thanx for appreciating. Mohan

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/13/2020 7:11:00 PM

Hot, hot, hot! You nailed it, Mohan! :) gw

Mohan Chutani
Date: 5/14/2020 7:54:00 AM

Gershon, thanx for your visit and appreciation. Mohan

Aditi Mishra

Date: 5/13/2020 9:34:00 AM

This one just hits the right spot! Every word retells the realities of humans all over the world. Though old habits die hard, hopefully we will emerge soon. :)

Mohan Chutani
Date: 5/14/2020 7:53:00 AM

Thanks Aditi.