Whenever I’m sick, I can’t help but think of Shel Silverstein’s poem “Sick”, which begins like this:
“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.”
And I’m feeling just like that now.
Ugh.
I hope you’re not sick.
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