Day: December 7, 2008


Sick in bed, sick in bed,Massive snot balls in my head.What to do to pass the time?Write a poem, try to rhyme.Scratchy throat and itchy eyes,Achy body my demise.Haven’t seen a soul at all,Save the Handy Graham (who’s tall):Bringing TheraFlu at 5,He made sure I was alive.Now I’m zonked and bored to tears,Out of Kleenex,…

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