The End of The World As We Know It ( Maybe) (Remove filter)
Life In 2020
Hugs and handshakes
Are things of the past
Kissing is missing
Germs spreading
Too fast
Feeling guilty to cough
Or even to sneeze
In case others think
I've got this disease
Gloves cover my palms
Close by is my soap
I won't be alarmed
But i'll pray & I'll hope
First it was brexit
Then it was storms
What's coming next,
Is it locusts in swarms?
Saturday 7th March 2020 1:03 am
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