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Sep 2013
I feel her lungs
Threatening to fly out of that
Little cage as the
Phlegm begins to
Build up,
Growing into a
Bigger ball
Jammed right in the
Centre of her
Narrowing throat

A spoonful of this
Two pills of that
A jugful of water
A pack of lozenges

Why isn't it
Getting any better
And in fact even
Getting worse?
Sadie K
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Sadie K  Wisconsin, US
(Wisconsin, US)   
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