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    Returning to Routine by Anya

    Tie up your laces,
    Put on your blazer
    And fall back into the disturbed routine

    See covered faces
    Lesson to lesson
    Trapped in an odd, weird and strange in between

    How it used to be
    Is a time gone by
    Centuries ago in twenty-nineteen

    We all can agree
    This is not the best
    But this is something we could not foresee

    But between the wipes
    And the face coverings
    A small glimpse of normality is seen

    We still wear our stripes
    And sit at our desks
    But the Lewis Hall is now our canteen