22 September 2012
The lurgie slides down my throat, A sniffle escapes my nose, A sneeze explodes over my new coat,
My throat burns and I'm all cold, 17 layers all over, I've got the illness, the bug, the flu, all of them, the load
I'm constantly tired, Yawning all day through, Yet when it comes to night, I'm all up and wired,
Snuggling up, with a mug of hot vimto Shaking cold in bed Something isn't right here, so I take a cough sweet instead
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I'm ill
Ill • Opuss № I