As told by Jake Johnstone in rhyming poetic form: …
Includes rough draft picture:
” A virus … but uh … a bird I called myself. Just that. In the form of the finger … yet to linger all I could yearn for was … peace. A retractable pen to a chest … A passion of this … Through this mess … I can’t see it or believe it but … I do recall growing up they called babies born after a certain year … “Millenials” … Well … a CoronaVirus is current … Wouldn’t advise it but … “corronials” … are more constant than seeing dirty covid masks in puddles … “
Further explained in “Pandemic Passions Further” …
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