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We have had a thousand different corona viruses over the years. The flu is a corona virus, when does it die out? It always dies out in the summer as the temps rise. One thing all of these different Corona viruses have in common is their sensitivity to heat. When exposed to temperatures of 133 degrees fahrenheit or above the virus dies within 2 to 5 minutes. Boil some water and breath in the hot steam for 5 minutes, do this twice a day and it will kill the virus in you sinus area if you have come into contact with it that day. If you are already infected do this treatment 4 times a day. Put a towel over your head and the steam to breath it in, be careful that the steam is not to hot to cause burns of course. Pass this along my friends.
I checked the world maps from the cdc, the hot areas of the globe are virtually unaffected by the virus. Mexico is at 90 degrees Fahrenheit right now and they do not have it there. Stop and think even if you are skeptical and think this is bs what will it hurt to try. At the very least it will clear out your sinuses and make you feel better
i admit
i can't
seem
to sit
still
but
i'll
still
try
to
wry
T
this
tonight i can't
find sleep
nasally not
sinus con
gestion but
brain con
stipation
as stupid as
that may seem
but beginnings of
too many poems
without endings
within me are filled
not necessarily
because of my
recent dietary
only drinking
beer and eat
ing cheese
that has
stopped
me up
i just
babble
yes i do
just babble
like a brook
or a stream
or a broken
record that
skips and
repeats
repeats
repeats
scratch that
i'm not a
broken
record
flip me
to my
b side
and
you'll see
or at least
hear that
i'm here
Form:
This Is Inspired by the joke posted by
"The Incomparable Mystic Rose."
She is a MUST read for All Souper's
Love that sense of humor Rose and Thanks
Mrs. McGuire concerned as she was
Always the proper lass
Went to see Dr. McGee
Hoping to stop passing gas
She explained, it always was silent
and odorless she was quite sure
In fact, she had passed gas
Several times since she came through his door
McGee scratched his head and then nodded
Then handed her, a bottles of pills
Take these and come back in a week
For now this will handle your ills
When McGuire returned to the Doctor's
And ask what was wrong with the pills
For although her gas was still silent
It stunk as high as the hills
McGee looked up at her sternly
But his voice was soft and endearing
Now that we've cleared up your sinus
We will go to work on your hearing
ICKY, SUCKY, YUCKY
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wheezing, sneezing; allergy in my throat
darn green mucus pasted in my hair,
steroids tumbling down on chest
and “no- bath -for -days” anywhere!
mites and dust in rinsed fingernails
fever flushing through these dead toes,
and whacking sinus drips much yuckier
floating from my from dry , red nose!
emergency rooms now daily visits for me
oxygen masks, x-rays and tests for clean piss ,
yipers, my new honey's coming around to check
this surely sucks, don’t wanna be kissed!!
:
T'was a beauteous morning I stood there adoring,
the florists flowers finest.
From outside I peered as a little I feared-
may come down with a pollen puffed sinus.
That's when I sighted hence truely delighted;
a blossoming rose differentiated.
Dashed in and out to purchase the sprout,
which completely captivated.
Studied it's life every day, every night,
peeling-petals naturally.
With no sense of age though still did engage,
loving and living life's tapestry.
Though something I noticed-the colours were deepest,
the prettiest of all at the later...
Some said 'dying', though I knew from the spying,
The rose near the end, gave the greater.
THE MANY CHALLENGES OF SURVIVING A CAR BOMB BLAST CRUSHING MY NASAL ARCH FRACTURED MY FACE THE WORSE WAS MY EYE BLOWOUT THE FORCE OF THE CAR BOMB ACTUALLY BLEW MY SKULL UP FROM INSIDE OUT BLOWING MY EYE INTO THE EYE ORBIT MEDIAL WALL BLOWOUT FRACTURE AMAZING WATCHING MY EYE FALL OUT OF THE SOCKET HOLDING MY EYE IN PLACE FLESH ALL OVER THE DASH BOARD MULTIPLE XRAYS MRI CAT SCANS RECONSTRUCTION SURGERY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY EYE TRAUMA DIPLOPIA DOUBLE VISION SCARING THE EYE WALL SHATTERS RELEASING EYE FLESH BONE FRAGMENTS INTO MY SINUS WALL RECOVERY IS AWFUL STINGING PAIN INFECTIONS MENINGITIS ANTIBIOTICS PROTECTION MY EYE BALL FLOATS NUMBING PAIN OPTIC NERVE BLOCKS PARTIAL BLINDNESS THROUGH MY TRAUMA OF SURVIVING A BLAST MY IMPOSTER J JOHNSON HER MOTHER ACTUALLY BEGAN PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME EXTORTION OF MY PERSONAL INJURY CLAIM FUNNY REALLY WATCHING NORMAL PEOPLE CONTROL ABUSE OF POWER TO EXTORT A BROKEN INJURED ILL WOMAN SIMPLY BECAUSE THESE JAMAICAN IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES WERE OBSESSED WITH MURDERING ME MULTIPLE ATTEMPTS RESULTED IN A LAST RESORT CAR BOMB BLAST BASICALLY BLEW MY EYE BALL OUT OF THE SOCKET THE PRESSURE FROM THE BOMB BLAST CAUSING SEVERE TRAUMA WHILE I COPED WITH MY INJURIES CIRO GARGANO J JOHNSON TONI JOHNSON BEGAN A VICIOUS HATE CRIME UPON MY IDENTITY BULLYING SLANDER INTIMIDATION TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW WHY THIS CRUELTY WAS OCCURING BONE FRAGMENTS FLESH BLOWN INTO MY BRAIN AND I ORBIT MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ANYONE WHO SURVIVED A CAR BOMB BLAST MY PERSONAL BOMB WAS DESIGNED TO BLOW MY EYEBALL STRAIGHT THROUGH MY BRAIN I WAS VERY BLESSED TO SURVIVE SUCH TRAUMA THERE IS A LONG ROAD AHEAD BLINDNESS PAIN TRAUMATIC HEADACHES EYE DAMAGE DOUBLE VISION BLINDING PAIN THIS WAS A CRUEL CRIMINAL ACT THESE KILLERS SAT WITH CIRO GARGANO HIS FBI AGENT ALLEN KING AWAITING ON WORD THAT I DIDN'T SURVIVE THE BLAST LISTENING ON A WIRE TAP THIS IS HOW I HEARD HIM SAY JUST COVER YOUR EYE BABY SO I COVERED MY EYE UNAWARE THE BLAST WAS ABOUT TO IGNITE SET TO IGNITE BY THE CHANGING OF THE STREET LIGHT GREEN TO GO BAM EXPLOSION BLEW MY EYE INTO THE EYE ORBIT HORRID TO SEE DEVESTATING TO COPE WITH UNAWARE THIS IMPOSTER WAS ACTUALLY WAITING ON MY DEATH IN ORDER TO PRESUME MY IDENTITY WITH CATRINA BELL CAR BOMBER CIRO GARGANO THE MAD BOMBER TOGETHER THE DEATH OF AN FBI INFORMANT TOOK PLACE SHOCKING TERROR I SURVIVED STILL COPING TODAY
The hillsides are covered
with miles of Scotch Broom.
Pretty to see
but an allergy doom.
This transplanted weed
should not be here.
It causes allergy symptoms
most of which are severe.
Some one once decided
Broom belonged in the garden.
That person's now reviled
and should be begging our pardon.
Early Spring the citizens
with their spades go out
trying to eradicate all
Scotch Broom that's about.
But it grows and grows
and will not die.
Bad for the allergies
though pretty to the eye.
Beneath my window
is quite a display.
My sinus reaction
is the same as to hay.
I sneeze and I sneeze,
my eyes water and burn.
Lovely as it is,
I'd rather have a fern.
Oh yellow and bright
Scotch Broom you are
the most annoying plant,
and that is by far.
Go away, go away
back to your isle.
It's allergy season
and my sinuses you rile.
This ode to the Broom
is sincere and real.
Please cease and desist,
that is my appeal
‘Great Scott, shucks and darn, I’ve gone and lost a shoe’
cursed the elephant followed by ‘this simply will not do!’
‘The blasted thing is far too loose, I should have had it mended!
So, whoever has found my shoe must now be apprehended!
I’ll search all day and through the night, for months if it be needed,
I will not give up the search until I have succeeded.
They cost a mint and are the finest shoes in all the land,
To think someone has got my shoe is a thought I cannot stand!’
The search began with lion Bill who also loved his shoes,
but he had to catch him quick as he was packing for his cruise
‘I do not have your shoe’ said Bill ‘you really are a clot!
For I’m size nine and you’re a twelve, unless you had forgot?’
He searched each house one by one but couldn’t find his shoe,
He even tried Hyena Geoff, Tim the Hogg and all the Zebras too.
None of them had seen his shoe or even had a notion,
But Jemima the Gazelle did suggest a memory potion.
Crocodile Joe mixed him a concoction of the finest,
said ‘this should help you find your shoe or else will help your sinus!’
‘Gee whiz, son of a gun and jumpin’ Jiminy Cricket,
My shoe is at the cobblers shop it says so on this ticket!’
The first day when she felt discomfort hit,
she coughed and found it difficult to speak,
but quelled all fears and faced the day with grit,
although her voice was then a high-pitched squeak.
The second day her health was even worse,
with throat enflamed by her post-nasal drip.
She forged ahead because she is a nurse,
and her conclusion it was not the grip.
The third day was the worst with cough and sneeze,
along with sinus drainage uncontrolled.
She took her pills while breathing with a wheeze,
convinced she suffered from a summer cold.
But now she’s feeling better, talking more,
improving and retreating from death’s door.
In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant,
Versum componam virtute purissima.
Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat,
Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam.
Super tabula caelesti gratiae,
Colores amplexus amoris exprimam.
A primo mane ad crepusculi fulgorem,
Tapestry conficiam, poetae somnium.
In pratis aureis, ubi flores saltant,
Rhythmos in dulci somno congregabo.
Odor jasmini, aura mitis,
Arcana flatus inesse susurro.
Cum metaphoris vividis, caelum depingam,
Siderum symphoniam in habitu concors.
Earum tremulas melodias, coetus caelestis,
Ignem aeterni desiderii excitabunt.
E profunditatibus incognitis, animam extraham,
Arcana solvam, spiritus integrabo.
Per gaudium et dolorem, triumphum et desperationem,
Aperiens sensus, sine timore communicabo.
Humana miseria, thema aeternum,
Hae versus decorabunt, vividus rivus.
Cum misericordia et compassione, calamus meus fluat,
Revelans veritates subditas penitus.
Per fabulas antiquas et narrationes fabulosas,
Heroes dierum antiquorum excitabo.
Eorum virtus et sapientia, in aeternum sculpta,
In poeticis stanzae, in perpetuum conservata.
Ab altissimis montibus ad latissimos oceani sinus,
Perambulabo terrae spatia, longe lateque.
Verbis ut navis, maria navigabo,
Narrationes aperiens cum clavibus infinitis.
In echo risus, lacrimarum retentarum,
Historiae patheticae suum nexum invenient.
Melodiae vitae, tam lenes quam clamosae,
Cantabunt carmina sua adoranti multitudini.
Quot verbum scriptum est, universum floret,
Infinite possibilitates, extra aulas nostras.
Nam in regno carminis amplexus,
Mundus expergitur, ornatu gratiae.
Hoc ergo carmen fiat testimonium verum,
Potentiae verborum, magiae quam efficiunt.
Nam in his versibus, studio compositis,
Inest poema maximum, oceanus aeternus.