Germs and me don't get along for some reason. Shaking of the hands and feet, wondering eyes, beady sweatdrops and nervousness each season. Why can't I live germ-free? Social distancing is a rule for coping with this disease, coronavirus. Right in my game of livng, do I say thanks to it? I'm feeling more free from this killer that's silent. It's safer than safe, this rule Social distancing. Can I keep up with it? I think I can!
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