Another winter’s here
Colds and flus, fluid inner ear
Congestion, sore throat, bad cough
Energy sapped, move like a sloth
Aches and pains from dawn to dusk
Wake up blind eyes shut with crust
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Another winter’s here
Colds and flus, fluid inner ear
Congestion, sore throat, bad cough
Energy sapped, move like a sloth
Aches and pains from dawn to dusk
Wake up blind eyes shut with crust
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|   | mlowe5 says:Nice! Never figured out how we also got around to, "...and its as cold as hell out there!" Thanks for the share. Peace and Love, mlowe5 poems by this commentor 
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|   | The Immortal Wize says:Yeah, I woke up freezing this morning from the sun shining yesterday. Stay warm Stay well. | ||
| love_supreme says:Very nice | 
 
        
     
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