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Quarantine


Who knew that staying home would be such a hassle

I would have thought it would be such a dazzle

Believe it or not, School was actually a second family

We take it all for granted. Do you agree?

I miss my teachers and friends

Does this majestic journey have to end?

After all, it is April.

Here I am, always by my table

Making artwork, making poems, trying to make the most of it.

Everyday, these things act as a habit.

Don’t give up, we can make it through

The disastrous times that face me and you

During your free time, do something productive

Most of all, be active.

Be in your home, and read a book.

Find all those missing toys your sibling took.

Most will complain that they are bored.

If we go back to school, let’s learn from that experience

From which, its products have poured.

After all, it could be worse and tense.

 
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