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Nov 2017
The morning breeze is freezing and I'm sneezing.

Feeling hazy makes me lazy, my head is so dizzy.

I pretend to be bold, but couldn't stand the cold.

I don't think I can mold the load since there's no goad.

I feel like a stick when I am sick.

You can't tickle the sickle, so to speak.

I want to sleep and make it deep.

I need to rest today because it will make me sorrow

If tomorrow I don't get back to work.
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