Health is not valued until sickness comes. ~ Thomas Fuller
My head is hurting; my throat is sore
I can’t wait to walk out the door
Can hardly swallow except for tea
I think there are germs attacking me.
Feeling crabby but don’t want to scold
I fear I may be getting a cold.
I don’t want to hear noise – not a peep
As soon as I get home – straight to sleep!
Rita DiCarne 
This captures my feelings when I come down with something. I hope you feel better soon.
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Feel better soon! Love the poem. Hate the sickness.
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Nice rhyming, Rita! Considering you feel sick, I don’t know how you managed to get it so right.
Feel better soon.
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Ugh so sorry you’re under the weather but love your cute poem!
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