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By hollymccormick Date: 2001 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.12.13.32.19777]] |
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"My nose is red, my throat is sore, Please my darling go to the store. I really need some aspirin, and a tonic too, My head hurts so bad, it must be the flu. My joints all ache, My fingers are numb, My nose is clogged, I can't feel my tongue. My eyes hurt, My feet will swell To put it nicely, I feel like hell." "Your nose is red, but like a rose, It makes me think of symphonic prose. Your head may hurt but it's lovely too, Please tell me what else there is to do. I'll rub your hands, so smooth and soft, And try to treat your musical cough.. I'll kiss the eyes that shine so bright And massage the arms that hold me tight. I'll knead the feet I know so well For you, my dear, I'll walk through hell. For you are the one that I adore..... But you'll have to wait till I see the score." October 2001 |