My head is stuffy - I can't think straight
My nose is running - this I HATE!
My throat is sore, I can't stop sneezing
The feelings I feel are not pleasing
I'm to the point where I hope I die
Still I know I'll pull through - and that makes me cry
But the crying only increases the mucous
So the drugs I took will now be useless
I sniff and snort and cough and sneeze
I beg the Lord with a VapoRub wheeze,
"Please make me well - unstuff my head!
Or just end it all and make me dead!"
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Now how can someone on their death bed pen this?!
ReplyDeleteI was trying to distract myself from the pain (and the kids...)
ReplyDeleteWow, you are talented, even when you are deathly sick, lol
ReplyDeleteI have my moments....ha ha!
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