Not Well

May 13, 2009
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It was a rainy day and I was ill,
My head was pounding with the beat of rain.
To take away the pain I took a pill;
I didn’t know if I could take the pain.
My throat was throbbing and was very sore.
It was oh so terrible to swallow.
My quality of health was very poor;
All I wanted was to sit and wallow.
Oh how my head was as hot as the sun,
The burning of the fever was too much.
It is the time for the sickness to be done;
I want it to be cured with a single touch.

Finally the next day I was healthy;
Oh how it felt like I was now wealthy.

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