The Common Cold
Got a cough.
A weeze or too.
When I cough I spew.
Like as if my intestings .
Coming up too.
The Doc, bronchitis say.
Twenty smokes a day.
I must pay with a runny nose.
Temperature, I suppose.
Hot and cold.
My blood boils.
My feet like ice.
Not very nice.
The common cold.
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Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2007
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