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The harking of my illness throat,

Another hole, A sunken boat,

You cannot cure the lamb from slaughter,

So keep it’s head held underwater.

The sniffing comes with such a bug,

Cut it down, the trees are blood,

You cannot clear this woodland path,

Not at all, not even half.

The guilt arrives and joins the others,

Sniffing and Harking, pain-crossed lovers,

The illness, the cough, the flu, the cold,

Retire from my chest and do me proud.

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◄ Finally seeing

The honest prayer ►

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Joseph Kennedy

Thu 10th Mar 2011 20:52

And it's nice to be posting again! Thanks for the kind words Ann xx

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Ann Foxglove

Thu 10th Mar 2011 20:08

I can feel those hot horrible germs! I think you've described the evil feeling of an attack of the flu just brilliantly! Where's my thermometer? (And, nice to see you posting again!)

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melanie coady

Thu 10th Mar 2011 11:42

thanks hun xx ye i get dt rush too..loves it i do lol

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melanie coady

Thu 10th Mar 2011 11:42

thanks hun xx ye i get dt rush too..loves it i do lol

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Joseph Kennedy

Thu 10th Mar 2011 10:38

Hi :)
I haven't posted a poem since august, which is a huge shame, but this morning I just got the urge to flow.
I'm glad you liked it! I'll check your poems out x

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melanie coady

Thu 10th Mar 2011 10:33

i loved this hun xx the imagery is brill!!

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