It started on a Wednesday,
And hasn't said goodbye yet,
I'm suddenly missing being ammumma's pet,
She would have had Gold Spot ready,
As my head felt heavy,
Two sips of Gold Spot,
Would have hit the right spot,
Fevers are the worst,
It makes you feel cursed,
Both the mind and body are scrambled,
The mouth will probably join in and ramble,
So so sick,
I feel like a pile of useless bricks.
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