It was midnight,
she was the terror,
I was the future,
fishes in the night,
curries in the morning,
bacteria in my liver,
made a escherichia with a fever,
with thrills and chills,
a collision was heard,
a growl from my stomach,
made a fowl in my intestine,
I took the gentamicin,
it fought,
it won,
but I lost,
yes my immunity was lost,
how sad I was for 3 days,
but yet to recover,
was my dream,
thinking about the nightmare,
I thought about my night wear,
imaginably sought,
a mellow thought,
aggressively fought a terrible Escherichia! ! !
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