The innocent, the weary, the old
Are all captured alike
Covid spreads like a relentless fog
An invisible cold enemy.
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This is an excellent poem about the pandemic, but I have to tell you that when I first saw the title, I thought about Thanksgiving, as in: " I don't eat the main course; just desserts."
Thanks Cowboy, Covid rages the world and everyone both high and low. I feel so sorry for the poor.