Originally posted on Dorinda Duclos – Night Owl Poetry: These aches and this chill Don’t give me a thrill I phoned up the doctor He said take a pill The coughing and sneezing Is not very pleasing Can’t breathe through my nose All you hear is me wheezing The tissues are piling I’m no longer…

via #TBT ~ Infirmity (Winter’s Bane) #poetry — Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life

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