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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?
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
The Cough
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?
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
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