A poem about feeling sick.
Sick is a feeling that rots in you.
Sick is a feeling that sticks like glue.
Sick makes you feel so bad inside.
Sick is like a hard, rough ride.
Sick leaves you unable to run around loud.
Sick is not a feeling that makes you proud.
Sick means you can have no fun.
Sick makes you feed on soup and a bun.
Sick is a feeling that sticks like glue.
Sick makes you feel so bad inside.
Sick is like a hard, rough ride.
Sick leaves you unable to run around loud.
Sick is not a feeling that makes you proud.
Sick means you can have no fun.
Sick makes you feed on soup and a bun.
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