Hypercondriac

Hypercondriac 

Hypercondriac 

He said eye have shingles. The other one said eye have hives. Some men 
complained to me of broken bones ribs to be precise. Some men smell so 
awefull because they have leather made of shoes. Some men have food in the 
pocket of their blues. Nerves is the most prevalent of all complaints the 
hypochondriac will make most doctors tell a man to do it more than just three 
times and let me tell ewe thrice is just too much. Dressing can be hard with 
blood upon my arm my shirt must match on either side the sleeves the colors of 
my love. Lint cannot soon be removed without a brush. My arm is shorter than my 
lunch.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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