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January 8, 2014

 

 

He’s coming down with something.

He says he feels it in his bones.

His voice is suddenly croaky,

and it’s coming out in groans.

 

His eyes have gone all weepy,

and his body language, grim.

His coughing, loud and dramatic,

no chance of ignoring him!

 

He’s infectious, like the plague.

We’ve been here oft before.

His sneezes reaching every corner,

from the ceiling to the floor.

 

A little boy once more,

demanding mother love,

and tucked up safely in his bed.

God give him strength from up above.

 

It’s just a simple winter cold,

but to him it’s epic man flu.

A good dose of castor oil,

will see him, good as new.

 

 

 

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