Fio won't have much to say
Because she woke up sick today
Throat feels raw, head seems hot
Doesn't know what she's got
But wishes it would go away.
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- Pass the Oxygen Cannulae
- Bon Chance
- Back to Semi-normal
- Third Time's the Charm?
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- The Ick
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1 comment:
There’s no soul alive that relishes the Ick
Whether it creeps into them at night
Or during the day in it slips
The least of its symptom, one looks a fright
A body that aches from fever it burns
Glossed over eyes and a red nose that runs
So weak in the knees you almost quiver
But Fio is strong with a hardy constitution
No Ick can keep her from daily post distribution.
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