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Man versus the Common ColdLittle gremlins in my nostrils coating the lining with disease, Their task to cause my nose to run, culminating in a sneeze, Streaming eyes adds to my misery, that's how it will feel, With tissues resembling sand-paper as nasal skin starts to peal, No energy left to exercise with, no taste buds to enjoy my food, At least I can lose some weight, out of this can come some good, Aches and pain in muscles and joints, that thudding in my head, I think a good time to hibernate, maybe spend winter in my bed, I am writing this down as I have become too hoarse to speak, Amongst a scattering of tissues for my nose has sprung a leak, Regulate my temperature, sometimes I shiver sometimes I sweat, I'm over-medicated in paracetamol, but no benefit can I feel yet, Cough and breathe through my mouth, I've lost all sense of taste, Find a cure for this rotten cold, being miserable is such a waste, One upside exists in a treatment I believe more valuable than money, It's in a glass of hot water, topped up with a single malt and honey Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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