I’m still sick after 96 hours,
Plentiful pills, and hot, steamy showers.
I feel lousy, and still poems I write
So give me some pity likes! And with that, good night.
I’m still sick after 96 hours,
Plentiful pills, and hot, steamy showers.
I feel lousy, and still poems I write
So give me some pity likes! And with that, good night.
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I didn’t know that hair could ache,
Just how much snot a nose can make,
How badly belly-buttons burn,
But today I guess I get to learn!
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I got sick and went to bed at 8:00.
I forgot about writing poetry
But luckily ’twas not too late.
This is rushed and uncreative
But what did you expect
From a guy who feels like vomiting
In the way of ile, project?
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