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the flu

Uninvited,
this flu came upon me,
the night before Saturday make-up classes,
Who would believe, this virus chose
this particular day
to make me sick?
So you go to class, but only take roll,
then come home to sleep, and rest,
and even now, at 5pm,
you do not wish to eat.
            cfblack  10-12-2019

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