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Dear Tony -

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I’ve measles, mumps, a runny nose;
A cut that runs from knees to toes;
    I’ve chickenpox and, yes, the ‘flu - - - -
    And, I forgot:  Well, how are you?

 

I’ve blisters on my swollen feet;
I sick up everything I eat.
   My toothache makes me rage and yell!
    Oh, pardon me; I hope you’re well.

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I broke my arm, and grazed my knee.
Oh, life’s been very hard on me.
     My throat’s so sore I just can’t drink
     But hope you’re keeping *in the pink!

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I’ve aching limbs and tingling toes,
And other things I’ll not disclose.
     I’ve turned to Google, with some dread,
     But, sad to say, he thinks I’m dead!

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                                                     Johnny

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