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Odd Times

Odd times We live in a strange time a music festival and no audience Actors playing to empty seats, football matches without the usual horde egging on the players to score goals the very banality of the sport tells us of lives’ uselessness our existence is useless, so we invent something of course, it could be worse, say, war and boundaries. We divide the world into small parcels, those with the Most prominent patch always wants more and create mischiefs And lies. But for now, these childish things have to wait for a virus Is harvesting us humans and no matter where you go It will find and often kill you.

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