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Sick


Cough,cough! Hack,hack! Grumble,grumble... Sniff,sniff. Achooo! Runny noses Tired poses. Blood shot eyes. They make me cry! Oat meal baths. Bright red rash! Itchy skin. Barfing bin! What could this be? I'm about to sneeze! Achooo! Could this be mumps? Or the chicken bumps! The measles. Or the feasles? Yaaaawn. The daylight is gone . Late night hours begone. As I lay down my head to rest. I have nothing left to detest.
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