Sick

December 17, 2007
By Marty Huegelmann, Lemont, IL

My throat is sore
My head is splitting
My fever climbs ever more
I feel like quitting
Every part of me aches
My body burns
I have to finish, no matter how long it takes
My stomach churns
Finally my poem is complete
Sleep will be a glorious retreat


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