Oh quarantine

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Do not panic
2020 may be a disgrace
Bringing in quarantine
Masks and no t.p.
Why could this be 2020
Why this quarantine.
No school how could this be the
Kids are trashing my house,
The dishes, the clothes,
The moldy food I can smell it
It's getting gross but where
could it be
My hair is turning grey
Oh 2020, oh quarantine
I'm not as old as my hair shows me to be.
Hurry up please
We all need a brake from this darn old quarantine

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