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Pity Party


Finnius

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Coughing, achey, and depressed,

Kids are sick and so am I,

Even my poor dog is getting stressed,

With all the hacking, wheezing sighs.

 

Ruby cheeks and running noses,

My achey head and rising fever,

Snot that flows like fire hoses,

Oh woe is me, I'm sick forever!

 

So raise the banner, or a tissue,

And string those hankies high,

A pity party's not an issue,

When you're so sick that you could die.

 

-The little blue man backs away, nervously.

 

"Please don't hurt me?"

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