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Sick


There's snot in my nose

And a pounding in my head.

I don't wanna be at school.

I'd much rather be in BED.

Teacher, quit your talking,

guys, just please shut up!

I want my fuzzy blanket,

Chicken noodle in a cup,

The windows shut,

The blinds pulled down,

Everyone gone,

I can't hear a sound,

And I drift...

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