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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sick Day
[time] => 2004-02-27 12:48:08
[hometext] => On Monday I woke up, / As limp as any newborn seal pup / A sickness in my head….
[bodytext] => I twisted myself round, groaned up aloud For I felt like as if a crowd Had trampled me while ill in bed. I lunged up, only to collapse once more Only to fall back again: Feeling dog tired with black darkness sore, Definitely something, I felt, worse than pain I opened the medicine cabinet; There was a stupor binding my eyes That my art here fails to describe… Save for all the bottles, Each one marked with labels and caps Of all sizes and colours-with pills Forming a primary coloured rainbow- An insidious cocktail supposed for all dolour…. A sickness in my head…terrible moments, With a soreness in my limbs, my mind-throat rent Apart by scratchiness… For I felt lime a snowman melting in summer… A visit to the doctor’s: Again the same shibboleth- Take these 3 times a day once per every meal Accompanied with yet more and more pills- I guess I’m no better than a drug addict, these days Popping more and yet more pills And without them agued again by recurring ills… When eyes are glued shut, and noses red ‘tis an extremely bad time fared. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 288 [topic] => 63 [informant] => Menelaus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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