Gen The Very Common Cold Poem by Mill Field

Gen The Very Common Cold



Pounding head,
Aching bones,
Sneezing -
Such as surely wakes the dead -
And more?

Rising fever,
Sore throat,
Watery eyes,
Running nose -
And more?

Hot drinks,
Dashes of rum,
A good night's rest
Now the day is done -
And more?

Perchance to dream a dream.

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