Spending my day
Laying in bed,
Thinking of thoughts
Inside my head.
Coughing and sneezing
As I twist and turn,
Rubbing on vix
I feel its burn.
As its vapor
Allows me to breath,
My nose yells out
I am relieved.
With my window open
On a warm spring day,
The clear air flows through
Pushing the germs away.
Not much does happen
When one is sick,
But to get well soon
Really quick.
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