Today I’m feeling sick, so sick
I fear my rhymes won’t click or stick.
My husband got a viral curse
And passed it on to me, but worse…
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- ilene bauer
- Poet, writer, rhyming blogger/ City walker, former jogger/ Docent, quilter, bracelet beader/ Puzzle doer, avid reader/ Teacher, now retiree/ Wife, mom, friend, sib, niece - that's me!
Unfortunate, but, a good poem. StanR
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