Oh, Rona

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Oh, Rona

Why must you hurt me so?

I didn’t mean to cross you,

And now I wish you’d go

Hey Rona,

How did life make you so cruel?

Life is hard as it is

Without you breaking the rules

Please Rona

Why don’t you make up your mind

Will you leave my life quickly

Could you ever be so kind?

Rona, Rona, oh ohh Rona…

In honor of my coronavirus infection I got over the weekend. Till next time!

Published by dustyplz

A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution.

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