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Oct 2013
This poem may sound quite silly
Who would ever write about throat drops?
Aching
Burning
Firey throat
These drops are my antidote
So sore I can hardly speak
This light head is making me weak
Spinning
Coughing
Out of breathe
Sore throats with the combination of school is the equivalent of death
(Silly poem)
Madeline Rose
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Madeline Rose
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