Some talk of Corona's rise
As spectacular rise—
A show we all wish soon dies.
Some, it's a meteoric rise,
And that for sure my nod buys,
For, meteors fall, never rise.
Wuhan born, or given birth
To afflict the whole of Earth,
And this is not said in mirth.
Look at its dragon-like girth,
A sin sure, worst of death dies,
And there the truth of truth lies.
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Happenings |06.07.2020|
Topic: truth, birth, earth, mirth
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