On the first day of COVID my true love gave me to me, a fever of one hundred and three.
On the second day of COVID my true love gave to me, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the third day of COVID my true love gave to me, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the fourth day of COVID my true love gave to me, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the fifth day of COVID my true love said to me, I can’t taste a thing, [he gave me] four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the sixth day of COVID my true love gave to me, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the seventh day of COVID my true love gave to me, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the eighth day of COVID my true love gave to me, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the ninth day of COVID my true love gave to me, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the tenth day of COVID my true love gave to me, ten weeks of Netflix, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the eleventh day of COVID my true love gave to me, eleven comic books, ten weeks of Netflix, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
On the twelth day of COVID my true love gave to me, twelve high-zinc gummies, eleven comic books, ten weeks of Netflix, nine prepaid postcards, eight vitamin tablets, seven books on Kindle, six plates of cookies, a tongue that can’t taste a thing, four remdesivr, three magazines, two weeks of cloister and a fever of one hundred and three.
