Of course it was on winter break
With not a single day of school
My throat did bloat, my body ached
An illness chose to be quite cruel
I zip my coat and wrap my scarf
Although I dare not tread outside
While my brothers sled, I'm by the hearth
Where both a warmth and cold reside
Nausea makes hunger spoil
My lungs cry out in plaintiff pain
Heavy head is brought to boil
And bake my sloshy, soupy brain
Oh, illness, I know your intent
You'd always bring me to tears
And though nor you nor I relent
Must it have been this time of year?
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