Covid - 19 Era

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These wide open rooms full of missed connections, These vaccines of doom that make us pick and chose, When will we get our voices back When can we say no to the vax?
PAPA   I felt you weeping today. As you listen to the song       that life has given you to play....   The colors of the dayHave drifted away From bright yellow, pale blue and pink. 
The darkness of the night gives birth to a bright new day The day gives birth to a new contagion Frustration seems to be order of the day It seems to be that we are at war everyday.
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