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Corona Carina (fictitious)
She was part of a graph
read her short epitaph
She had died on the first of May
She was just a blue dot
of some ink that was shot
from the hole of a printer array
the disease was a hoax
to the gullible folks
reassured by the man everyday
though the man was a slacker,
a fat tally-whacker
She supported his perilous way
if She'd just worn a mask
to the rally as asked
She just might have been with us today.
say good-bye darling flower!
as you wilt in that hour
like a friend
at the end
on display
Style / type:
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity):
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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How does this theme appeal to you?
Last few words:
I'm mostly concerned with how this is received. Life should have lessons to be learned. Does this fit that bill? Personal opinions are also appreciated...offensive, immature, distasteful, mildly amusing, etc...
Thanks
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Comments
Geezer
Thu, 2021-06-10 06:57
Yes...
It does fit the bill. ~ Geezer.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.
Triskelion
Thu, 2021-06-10 07:43
Thank you
I was thinking about changing the title to Corona Corrina, but it sounds quite like Corrina, Corrina. It rhymes much better, but the name Corrina is popularized in a positive way.
Och! Life's shards of decision.
Thomas
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...so like my lost dreams...the flood
Ray Whitaker
Thu, 2021-06-10 18:33
Memory of those lost
Had to forget the empty seats at the dinner table.
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Triskelion
Sat, 2021-06-12 10:15
People should
remember....nearly 4,000,000 worldwide. There will likely be no global observance for those people, either.
Thomas
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...so like my lost dreams...the flood