Need Cheese for Whine
Haven’t been on soup much today
Been feeling ill some kind of way
Can’t put my finger on why I am sick
Did I catch a bug was it my last dish
I’m in no pain thank God for favor
So poetry soup I can now savor
Just feeling nauseous tired and lightheaded
Writing poems is a jones done from pink bed
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