I was sick the other day.
I still am, I'm sad to say.
Headaches and sinuses plugged.
Feel somewhat better when I am drugged.
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I thank you all for your support. Poetry comes when it comes (and so does sickness) . I assume it will pass before I do.
Being sick is no fun, I know, especially when you don't know what's wrong with you. Follow Kelly's advice.
dont know what i hve, ......... salt. salt eater. i lack salt... virus...... so many things come in this great poem. first i thought it is satirical..... doctors, their inability to diagnose....... thank you very much. dear poet. tony
I wrote, A friend is sick and here you are. Your verses are great and feelings are tensed. I like it. I will rate it 10.
Thanks Chan. I appreciate your compliment and vote.