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One Hundred Days In Plague Town
One Hundred Days In Plague Town
I met a man in Plague Town
With birdâs beak and a long black coat
He carried a cane in his left hand
He spoke to me and I quote:
âDonât travel far from your fire son
Go runaway and hide
For Fear stalks the streets of Plague Town
Some are ill and others have diedâ
So I went back home as he told me
And I sat and counted the days
...Thursday 9th July 2020 5:06 pm
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