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08/17/20: I Am Here to Help You Understand the Beauty of COVID Farewells

August 17, 2020August 17, 2020 iambanapest"science", beauty, bones, covid-19, curds, extinct, feathers, last words, limerick, long-vanished birds, lungs, nerds, poem, poet, poetry, quarantine, social distancing, TrumpLeave a comment

08/10/20: The Thing About True Believers Is They Like to Be Told What to Believe

August 10, 2020August 10, 2020 iambanapestAmerica first, burst, children are almost immune, coronavirus, covid-19, limerick, lungs, mouth, poem, poet, poetry, Putin, spittoon, true believers, Trump, virus, world beatersLeave a comment

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07/25/20: I Am So Unafraid of This Virus That I Have Become It

July 25, 2020July 25, 2020 iambanapestadolescence, aerosolized, babble, covid-19, essence, gratuitous, limerick, lungs, pathogen, poem, poet, poetry, senescence, skunk, swamp, true confessions, Trump, virusLeave a comment

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06/25/20: To Be Sung in a Voice That Sounds Like Lee Greenwood Crossed With David Allan Coe

June 25, 2020June 25, 2020 iambanapestclassic country, country music, David Allan Coe, God Bless the USA, green around the gills, handwashing, I ain't got no virus, Lee Greenwood, limerick, lungs, Lurleen, O2, oxygen, poem, poet, poetry, stew, Trump, You Never Even Call Me by My NameLeave a comment

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06/16/20: Yet Who Would Have Thought the Old Man to Have Had So Much Blood in Him

June 16, 2020June 16, 2020 iambanapestbreath sounds, bunker dreams, covid-19, Fauci, hand washing, Lady Macbeth, limerick, lungs, Macbeth, mourners, out damned spot, poem, poet, poetry, stethoscope, treason suborners, Trump, Yet who would have thought the oldman to have had to much blood in himLeave a comment

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06/05/20: Tear Gas in the Time of COVID-19

June 5, 2020June 5, 2020 iambanapestarty, bricks, chiaroscuro, covid-19, hit, limerick, long-term effects, lung-based, lungs, neuro, neurological, peace officers, poem, poet, poetry, police, police brutality pandemic, TrumpLeave a comment

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04/18/20: This Is Still a Land Where Anything Can Happen

April 18, 2020April 18, 2020 iambanapestAmerican dream, blithe, clotted cream, covid-19, land of opportunity, limerick, lungs, meme, National Poetry Month, poem, poet, poetry, Trump, viralLeave a comment

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03/19/20: The Party of Health Care! ~ IX (Covid-19 Codicil)

March 19, 2020March 19, 2020 iambanapestair, choir, coronavirus, covid-19, death, die, expire, fudge, lungs, party of health care, poem, poet, poetry, Senate, sludge, Trump, Trump judge, Trump limerick, Trump poetryLeave a comment

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04/14/19: Yes, But It’s a Dry, Murderous, Excruciating Heat

April 14, 2019 iambanapestchest cavity, death throes, dewiness lost, global warming, health care, limerick, lungs, National Poetry Month, parched, poem, poetry, spine, stiff, swallowing, synergy, tongue, TrumpLeave a comment

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01/18/18: Bet You Can’t Eat Just One

January 18, 2018 iambanapestCHIP, hymns of the glorious future, limerick, lungs, one's young—the eating thereof, poetry, They call me Wonder Flinger, TrumpLeave a comment

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