Today the surrounding fires
Dictate our ashen grey lives
So in again to stay, I pout
For again I can not go out
Unless I wear my fitted mask
This seems so simple a task
Yet questions sprint worthwhile
Ridiculous to drive one mile
Just straight to grocery store
Delivers me at door to door
Fire red sun no sane would bask
Guess I'll go put on my mask
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