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Librarians have a magic spell
A ritual that fixes all that ails you
Simply ask for help,
And the computer works
The bug stops
The book appears, like magic, on the shelf
Where you swear it wasn’t before
All we have to do is come and See
So, of course, the patrons all ask me
About coronavirus disease 2019
But this isn’t a poem about coronavirus 2019
This is about me, the librarian
Pulling my hair out at home
Holding all the stress from
Casting my magic spell
I vent to my roommates