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Ode to the common cold

sneezing, sniffling, slimy, shiny
silvery slippery snot

hacking and spluttering,
coughing and muttering
bitching and bemoaning my lot

What did I do to deserve this?
Which deity’s arse did I not kiss?

I suppose that I will never know
As I lie shivering in my own sick glow
chicken soup, a sweet caress
I moan and groan and sniff and hiss

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