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Just Seventeen Syllables

A blog of short poems. Seventeen syllables each. Whatever inspires.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

57. Swine Flu?

Whiny, mopey, blah.
Lots of laying around sick.
Won't take medicine.
Posted by Atticus Dent at 3:50 PM
Labels: Sick

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