Fever
the west grew dark with stormy clouds,
stinging rain and chill august winds
the whole heaven were in bright glow,
and the little kid,burning with fever,
late night, no doctor at sight,
fever rises like the waves on the full moon night,
will not the sky come to a halt?
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