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19 (In Quarantine)

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away,
In quarantine
Surpassing all kings, powerful and tall beyond all others,
In quarantine
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive,
In quarantine
Call me Ishmael,
In quarantine
It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
In quarantine
It’s been a hard day’s night,
In quarantine
Whan that Aprill with his shoures sote,
In quarantine
Dr. Andrew Scott loved coming into the school in August,
In quarantine
Dites-moi, pourquoi, la vie est belle,
In quarantine
This land is your land,
In quarantine
We the people of the United States,
In quarantine
We bring the trains to you,
In quarantine
First the colors. Then the humans,
In quarantine
A robot may not injure a human being,
In quarantine
Every action done in company ought be done with some sign of respect to those that are present,
In quarantine
Preheat the oven to 425-degrees,
In quarantine
Sing a song, read a book, watch a movie, take a walk, bake some cookies,
In quarantine.

I Need To Think

So I find myself on the far side
Of a failed happily-ever-after—
What happened to all the joy?
Where’s all that guilt-free laughter?

And to all my ever-lovely ones
Who so luckily got quite away:
I wish them all an undying love
From the other who stayed the next day.

But my slice of Confederate heaven
Has grass that could be soon be green;
Once the lingering Summer falls aside
I’ll then look deep between

The choices to that youth resigned,
Incautious, and stupid languidly met—
Always took out the trash and paid the bills,
Dreaming of distant hills and beaches yet:

Words make sad toil to fully tell
Why are we here today?
Lucky, we’re still allowed
To have any part or say—

From A joyous Hard Day’s Night
To The mature Razor’s Edge:
A generation sees in full bright,
But lost is the line for our kedge.