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New Strains

The God of Pandemics is silly Displaying less sense than a lily The rest of us know The virus can't grow Where no one has a 6' willie!

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Valsa George

Date: 2/13/2022 3:49:00 AM

By now we have seen most of its variants . Hope by now it has exhausted out !

Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/22/2020 1:25:00 PM

Creative work. If people stay six foot away it would work. People just don't do what they are suppose to do, do they? Thanks for dropping by. Sara

Rico Leffanta
Date: 12/23/2020 10:04:00 AM

No social sense of responsibility; I will not consider visiting my granddaughter over Christmas as I could easily encounter the virus en route and would never forgive myself for being a source of misery to her. Aloha! Rico

Jan Allison

Date: 12/21/2020 10:56:00 AM

ha ha ha I'm not sure if ive written on a similar theme i have an idea there was a poem in the pipleline lol hugs jan xx

Rico Leffanta
Date: 12/22/2020 11:07:00 AM

You said you would write one, but I thought I might die of old age before you got around to it! Aloha! Rico