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a room of my own

The coffee is brewing
I hear footsteps the door
The meeting is starting
Dirty clothes are on the floor
The teacher is waiting 
My boss is talking
Put on your mask and go get the shopping

Wave to the neighbours
Call up your friends
Spend endless hours 
Asking when it ends
Walk off the madness
Sleep off the dread
Sitting here writing
While others make bread

Be every woman
And all before five
Get in a workout
Make up your eyes
Time to make dinner
Though you'd rather dine out
Sip on a beer 
And scroll til you shout

The parks are now open but the playground is not
The camps have been cancelled
June has been hot
Surrounded by papers and never alone
The months feel longer the more I am home. 

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