Pandemicpoetry

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tock continues to tick and takes this train hostage; loops, speeds, nearly tips the conductor hangs with one hand  Gripping the footplate for dear life, 
For All of Us All of us Not just one of us But each of us. Is but a tiny droplet on the face of this world.
For All of Us All of us Not just one of us But each of us. Is but a tiny droplet on the face of this world.
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