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It is getting sunny,
but disease is in the air.

I’ve been thinking lately
’bout cutting my own hair.

But hairdresser are open,
or will be open soon.

Though I don’t think I’ll go out yet,
I need to check the moon.

We’re in a rather tricky spot.
We’re being pushed to laugh.

We’re told it’s fine to go outside.
I’m scared there’ll be a gaff.

Perhaps I’m being paranoid.
Perhaps I’m overwhelm’d.

Perhaps it’s time to get back up,
I’m feeling rather whelmed.

It is getting sunny,
And it’s rather hot inside.

But I don’t think I’ll go out yet.
Seems safer now to hide.