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The hair on my legsÂ
the hair on my headÂ
I spend each day laying in bed.Â
I stare at my wallsÂ
of my childhood roomÂ
at 9 A.M. I sign on to Zoom.Â
I press my fingersÂ
to my dusty keyboard
I flip and I flopÂ
to find the charging cord.Â
I sip hot coffeeÂ
at home
it sucksÂ
I much rather preferÂ
campus Starbucks.
I swipe and I scrollÂ
through news feeds each dayÂ
boy
do middle-aged womenÂ
have a lot to say.Â
The fresh air is calmingÂ
it asserts peace of mindÂ
and distracts meÂ
from my history outline.Â
My academic motivationÂ
plummets each day
t-minus foreverÂ
until the first of May.Â
I facetime my friendsÂ
it helps pass the timeÂ
so does the processÂ
of brainstorming rhymes.Â
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