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11 February, 2005

Diagnosis

They ask me why i'm grouchy,
Why i'm at the end of my tether;
Am i stressed out, maybe? Or ill?
Somewhat under the weather?

You know, that change of season thing;
A cough, a touch of 'flu?
Nah, it's just too many cigarettes
And a bad case of you.

February 2005

Um. This started out as a response to Khuto's desire to see more light verse on this blog, but didn't quit end up that way. Ah well, drop by here for something more, er, frothy.

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3 Comments:

Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

Fine build-up, perfect last line!

11 February, 2005 23:34  
Blogger :..M..: said...

Hehe. I'd say you concluded it well!

12 February, 2005 00:21  
Anonymous TDS said...

For a cold there's therapy
But what can you do for me?



:) Lovely poem

12 February, 2005 00:40  

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