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| 151. The Flu My eyes started to water There was nothing I could do My nose felt like sandpaper My thoughts were stuck in goo I’d taken my medication Both pills and of the liquid kind My muscles ached for no reason I thought I’d lose my mind All my tissues disappeared Disrespectfully tossed to and fro My nose dripped obscenely From my head down to my toe I seemed to cough all my words I would prefer to say than spray I tried hard to cover my mouth But those germs just flew away Seven days is what they say Is the time to be rid of this mess Surely my doctor must fail at math I’ve had 10 days with no rest Those around me tried to hide There is nothing they can do For when the winter does arrive They’ll all surely catch the flu |
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