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“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“My depression is eating me alive,
I think I may even have the hives.
Yesterday I tripped and fell in the hall
That cute boy from algebra saw it all.
I need more sleep, I feel kinda fat.
I think I ripped my last contact.
My tummy hurts, I have PMS
I have another zit, my hair’s a mess.
I’m so crabby, these pants won’t do.
Oh by god, I think I’ve got the flu!
I keep sniffling, here comes a sneeze.
Oh crap! I dislocated my knee.
My head’s throbbing the room is whiling
I ate my breakfast now I keep hurling.
Worst of all my homework isn’t done
I think last night was too much fun.
WebMD says I have the plague
And compared to others I lack swag
I caught my sister’s bronchitis
And ouch! My wrist! Tendonitis!
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is… Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

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