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Sick!
Need to get rid of this sleeze,
Same time avoid the skeaze,
It's congested like a sneeze,
There's no curing it with ease,
It follows you like mad Bee's,
And iritates you like dog flee's.
Your lungs will cough and weez,
Petrified at what your eye see's,
Your crying down on your knee's,
Your mind begin's a brain tease,
Trying to escape with no car keys,
You'll need help from employee's.
Rev your boat's to sail the sea's,
Make your way and pay the fee's,
Your home away from all the seize,
Get a blanket so you wont freeze,
Recover from this horrid disease,
You don't want to have a queeze.
You need vitamins so eat your pea's,
No more fast food like Cantonease,
Eat more healthy with some cheese.
And pinky up drinking all your tea's,
Use your manners and say 'Please',
Before you get another squeeze!
By: Kiefer Dillon
Feb 5th/2012
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Author: Kiefer Dillon