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Seconds, minutes, and hours tick by Huddled within walls as the time flies Some of us knit, or sing, or write Others watch movies to get through the night If you're searching for me, rush to the nook You will find me there, on my lap rests a book Who is counting the days, has it been three or four? And now many must pass, until the virus is no more At home is best, think of the others I tell myself from under the covers One book read, turned to five then six Thrillers, romance, and sifi in the mix And here I sit watching everything unwind Why has the world turned it's back on being kind Take a deep breath these hard times too will pass Lock yourself in a room and enjoy a book while it lasts
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
These Days
Seconds, minutes, and hours tick by Huddled within walls as the time flies Some of us knit, or sing, or write Others watch movies to get through the night If you're searching for me, rush to the nook You will find me there, on my lap rests a book Who is counting the days, has it been three or four? And now many must pass, until the virus is no more At home is best, think of the others I tell myself from under the covers One book read, turned to five then six Thrillers, romance, and sifi in the mix And here I sit watching everything unwind Why has the world turned it's back on being kind Take a deep breath these hard times too will pass Lock yourself in a room and enjoy a book while it lasts
Spending my days with a book in hand has helped this hard time go by a little faster. Stay kind. Be safe. And Happy Thanksgiving yall.
#books#reading#staysafe
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
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