Covid-19A Poem by Rev. Fr, S. D. Blankenship DDiv., PhD., MA.Covid came, coved sain, covid sang. We bed and hid, and a bunch fell dead. A building ful of life, awaken by Covid-light. Cough, cough, cough. 19 Choking in bed, Needle, needle, 19. Cough, cough, cough, you're burning red. Doctor, come quick! Covid is making me SICK! Covid, covid, covid Cough, cough, cough. © 2020 Rev. Fr, S. D. Blankenship DDiv., PhD., MA. |
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Added on May 23, 2020 Last Updated on May 23, 2020 AuthorRev. Fr, S. D. Blankenship DDiv., PhD., MA.Greenville, WVAbout[WARNING!] The syntax found in this manuscript of S. D. Blankenship's poetry could retain to disordered and/or psychopathic. Comprehend and examine at your own exposed thoughts. A number of words mig.. more..Writing
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