musings 
The likes of a LOVELY
Honey bee
AS long as we have to last 
we will last 
then it's like eternal 
final half mast 
your god said to me 
on earth remain as happy 
here I have no place 
where one may laugh 
as and so so so loudly 
all say 
hush hush hush 
Corona is still plying 
FREE 
causing untold havoc 
O god where are ye
BEHIND VEILS AND BALES OF TIME 
WHEN WILL 
OKAY 
SHALL COME THEE 
PEOPLE SAY 
YE WILL                
hovoc risen with ghostly spirit named by corona God will come out as physicians invention
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A unique style. Worthwhile;