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I sit here ill and whine
This cold is taking up my time
I asked it to leave but it told me “no!”
Then I yelled at it and shouted “GO!”
The cold told me I was being unfair
So I told the cold, “Go to hell, I don’t care.”
The cold cried and pleaded
While I jumped for joy and yelled “You’ve been deafeated!”



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