A Millon Little Stars
Monday, January 21, 2013
The most amazingly bad poem. (Jan. 22, 2013)
I am sick.
I feel icky and unwell
the pounding in my head hurts me so.
Today I shall sleep
Catch some zzzs
and possibly
by some stroke of fate
I may feel better.
Yawn.
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