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What is wrong?

What is wrong?

There are hammers in my head banging a bong, not a sleepy, soulful, slumber song..and my stomache is bloated, making a putrid pong..Oh tell me Doctor what is wrong?

I have shivery chills from my head to ny toes, I hope I start to feel better in the morning but who knows..have I caught an infection from the air that blows, or perhaps from some passerby that come and goes..I hate being poorly and feeling unwell, I am usually active and as fit as hell..but as I keep drinking water my guts are like a well, and what goes in comes out with a stinking smell...

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Greg Etsell

Jill hope your not sick
this is sad poem 
oh dear  

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Jill Tait

Oh ty I am sure will feel better soon luv x???

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Jill Tait

Yup I’m not very well got a bug I think Thank you lovely ???

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Popop Rifici

I have NJ toes, NY toes are nicer.. chill pills Jill nice write goodnite

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Jill Tait

Awww Thanks luv ❤️❤️❤️

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Popop Rifici

We just buried an Irish guy today at my cemetary
Hal O'Ween
Feel better

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Tony Taylor

Nice write JILL!!.....I Love your inner sense of timing!!
Feel better dear poet sister!!....T xo : )

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Jill Tait

Aww Thank you Tony so much ❤️?❤️

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