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Flu

Another cold night to come,
a nightmare I see looming.

I never asked for your company,
nor a sneeze to drive me crazy.

And you voluntarily gave me a job,
that kept me indoors all day long.

Your visit is stale,
a welcome to exiting tale.

I pray you’d be gone too soon,
that I might again bask at noon.

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