Sickly

February 16, 2011
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I feel sick as a dog,
Gross like a hog.
I want to sleep like a log,
blanketed in fog.
My body is so soar.
Feeling stiff as a door.
Typing this is a chore,
and I can't handle much more.
My head feels weightless,
my stomach, good gracious.
I recede in pain now.
as the kitty would say, "meow".





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Anna-Akua said...
Mar. 16, 2011 at 12:16 pm
awww what a cute poem! also so wityy! I hope you feel better too!
 
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