Poem with the Flu
By well-wisher
Wed, 11 Sep 2013
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A foul disease
it is, this Flu.
I cough add sdeeze.
Atchoo! Atchoo!
By dose is blocked.
I caddot sbell.
A rose from rocks,
I could dot tell.
Add by headache;
oh, how it pou’ds .
I caddot take
the slightest sou’ds.
I’d like to go outside
idstead
but, sadly, bust reside
id bed.
Yet, linctus like, the bright
sun beams
and has a healing touch,
it seems.
Through window pane, she
nurses me
and makes my heart glow
healthily.
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Felt like I had the flu there
Felt like I had the flu there so well described.
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