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The Quarantine calendar
Everyday is Sunday,
what a crooked holiday,
where you can never go out,
but just eat and eat some more.
Eating became my hobby,
and my hobby, my routine,
I became a mountain,
and my sink became a soda fountain.
And By the time it is quit,
I still can't come out,
for the door won't fit,
a person like me this stout!
© Sayee Dharshini
what a crooked holiday,
where you can never go out,
but just eat and eat some more.
Eating became my hobby,
and my hobby, my routine,
I became a mountain,
and my sink became a soda fountain.
And By the time it is quit,
I still can't come out,
for the door won't fit,
a person like me this stout!
© Sayee Dharshini
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