The Ten Days of Covid
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me;
one dose of Covid,
breathless and restless,
tire and fatigue,
loose bowels and sickness,
sore throat and acne,
phlegm, cough and sneezes,
acute loss of smell,
aches and pains,
cycling high fever,
and a lung full of pure misery.
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