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It started with a scratchy throat, then zapped my nose and eyes; coughing, sneezing, wheezing, and my mournful little cries. Invaded by an unknown foe, that gave me chills and shakes; Yes, I tried the chicken soup, and whatever else it takes. Can't do things when you're sick, my organs aren't bionic, I sit stiffly in my chair, very rigid; catatonic. My rhinitis is pathetic, a sieve I cannot quell; my eyes leak liquids too, it's the truth -I feel like hell. It could be due to weather; perhaps some allergies; but I am on the mending road, whops-excuse me while I sneeze!
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
Sick.
It started with a scratchy throat, then zapped my nose and eyes; coughing, sneezing, wheezing, and my mournful little cries. Invaded by an unknown foe, that gave me chills and shakes; Yes, I tried the chicken soup, and whatever else it takes. Can't do things when you're sick, my organs aren't bionic, I sit stiffly in my chair, very rigid; catatonic. My rhinitis is pathetic, a sieve I cannot quell; my eyes leak liquids too, it's the truth -I feel like hell. It could be due to weather; perhaps some allergies; but I am on the mending road, whops-excuse me while I sneeze!
david-lessard
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
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