I don’t know the time,
or recall the day.
When the music stopped,
And the notes flew away.

When the clouds gathered,
and the storm drew near.
When distant warnings,
Were suddenly here.

Life was large,
but then grew small.
We shut the doors,
We climbed the walls.

Existence was dull,
Groundhogs grew bored.
COVID killed,
What we adored.

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