Etcetera, etcetera
Have an unusual amount of time on our hands
away from crowds and merry bands
stuck at home with not much to do
hope to control things but it isn't true
find ways to be more creative
but things got worse, haven't anticipated;
Life is mysterious
and the situation is serious,
not so long ago we gather in closely
now our daily activities are mostly
more on mundane tasks
such as wearing masks
what to do all day,
time passes and fades away
how not to eat too much,
sanitize everything that we touch
and how to stay sane in general
et cetera, et cetera
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