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Down For the Count

Stuffed up and plugged up My head feels all foggy Sicker than sick Aches all over my body Sore throat when I cough Eyes watering like faucets Along with my nose Keep blowing snot rockets Feel drained of all energy So sick to my head I get dizzy and spin When I get out of bed I'll want hot steaming soup To smooth my stomach I'll need food in my belly So please keep it comin I'm down for the count Though not dead by any means Yes I feel like crap So tired it's sickening I've been through this before I'm no stranger to sick The more that I rest The better I'll get 4-11-19

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