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Vee Goldman

Oct 15, 2020

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Covid, Fear and Family

The Long Haiku

A sense of smell gone
Replaced by a sense of fear
Has Covid come near

To me and my kin
Awaiting the test results
Is torture most foul

To look at my child
To look at my loved parents
Fear on husband’s face

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