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My September Poem
We are done, no more rain,
It's dirty all around here,
Diseases spread far and near,
Creating shadows of pain.
Dengue fever bites with fear,
Bird flu adds to the growing dread,
Monkeypox...
It's dirty all around here,
Diseases spread far and near,
Creating shadows of pain.
Dengue fever bites with fear,
Bird flu adds to the growing dread,
Monkeypox...
