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David Lessard
Poems
Aug 2017
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!
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David Lessard
75/M/Prescott, Arizona
(75/M/Prescott, Arizona)
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