An Ode to the Lo-Fi Hip Hop Girl I hope her notebook fills eternal and her ink well never dries. I hope her hand, it never cramps and her headphones never die. Though she may toil in academic limbo I hope her studies never cease, for should she e’er complete her course could be a fatal blow to me. Her music, it propels me – it’s the soundtrack to my work. Thus, I pray she never feels well-studied, though it makes me sound like quite the jerk. These lo-fi hip-hop beats are why my work gets done on time. You even have them to thank for this strange semi-meta rhyme.
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