Some prophets are poets,
Some write small sonnets,
So here is me as a prophet,
With my view on tomorrow.
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There is a storm here,
It’s is very much clear,
But it won’t be long,
Until it is gone.
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We need to ride it out,
And help those with nout,
While the storm passes,
Until it is over.
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Clear skies are coming,
The way things are running,
Keep Calm and Carry On,
Until the Coronavirus is gone.
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