Swine Flue - Poem by Trillie Young
theres a new flue in town,
turning schools to a frown.
more people are getting sick,
hitting them harder than a brick.
everyones starting to fear,
that scientist wont find a cure.
if we dont find a clue,
you might be next with the swine flue.
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