The coronavirus lands and the world moves to its fervor;
Science is called up but they can't meet the demand,
For the number of infected persons.
The states are impacted hard,
And people volunteer,
To help the old, homeless, and disabled,
We hear the bad news and decide to pack and run away,
To a house by the beach,
Where the breeze cleanses the air
And the fresh air cures our woes.
By: Brandy Ruiz
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