No Creative Juice Today

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
My creative juice isn't flowing
when my nose is blowing with sickness!

That is my beautiful poem explaining how I feel so dead. I am tired of coughing and laying down. I want out of this sickness. I am ready to rebel and write a petition that being sick is the worst feeling ever and should be banned.

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