Nothing happened.
Sitting at home, the Corona virus scare.
Only the hair grew long.
And have to shave every now and then.
And smoking often.
A pandemic of a lifetime
A panic that is just around the corner
To scare and tear away all the
Sanity.
Someone said...
I hope nothing happens...
And that's tiring.
Sitting in front of the clock.
Making tea or coffee,
Food and gym in home..
Still it seems...
Nothing happened.
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