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Jun 2020
Wheezing,
sneezing and
sniffling.🤧
Stuck to my throat are sticky green.🥴
Oh no, not again, the flu.

Sun is up,
On the bed I laid,😴

My face is all red.
My throat is sore.

Ginger tea becomes my buddy,
fluids and toilet are my routine .

I want my usual walks,
the aches and the pains
of my body and head..
remind me to stay on bed.
😰😥
Written by
Leong Min Sing  55/M/Singapore
(55/M/Singapore)   
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