The Infection
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When I was sick and laid on my chair
Dirty tissues piled up and I didn't care
My throat hurt, my head, too; my nose was stuffy
To the commode I flew in such a hurry
What is wrong with this scene, it was a nightmare
And not a pleasant daytime, or night affair
I was so stuffed up and feverish, my taste buds dulled
I couldn't even smell a stink unequaled
At least I can hope to be well once again
Many are not blessed to live without pain
Lord, help me to be thankful even in this situation
To reverence You and all your creation
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2021
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