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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