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This Epic Pandemic

"Let's just admit, we've not been at our best, For too long, under the weather, it's true. It seems like we've been sent off for bedrest For not paying this illness it's dear due." "It's now time to practice our free will, No longer living some terrible fate, But, we must look above the window sill, No more of this indiff'rence, no more hate, Destiny's Desire, looking for the faces..." "It is, is it? Knowing what is is Is what makes everyone dream places, It's our own int'rest, it's our own life's biz." Rise above this, another pandemic, We're all the heroes of this great epic.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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