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I don't feel well

I dont feel good

Ive got a thingy

In my blood

My blood's too thin

The doctor says

The thingy's wee

But wee's enough

To bother me.

Blood dribbles out,

Like from a spout,

It's likely nowt.

When people ask

'what's up with you?'

I tell 'em

'I aint got a clue.'



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