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Dec 2020
My head feels like an overstuffed pepper.
Stiff stained starch spread over my eyes,

And very hard to open...hot! Burning hot.
With a nose full of stuff aptly named snot.
Ears full of dough, paining deep inside in need of relief.
Aching back, shoulders, knees, hips, neck. GOOD GRIEF!
Sleep! Oh I wish I could just roll over and sleep.
But my stomach keeps nagging me as I try to count sheep.

No, it's not Covid, but I'd feel better dead.
Just a bad cold, with a stuffed pepper head.
Phil A
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Phil A  M/South Alabama
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