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Feeling ugh...

Think I caught a bug
Want to curl up in a rug
To get warm and snug.
And oh, for some hugs
Coz, you see, I feel so ugh!

Some days, things go blue
Believe me, this is true.
Head achy, hair askew
Sigh, even a warm cuppa won't do.
When you feel you have the flu.

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ALLADI JAYASRI said…
Kinda Enid Blytony, Divya. So sweet.
4:07 am, January 11, 2013
Divya Sreedharan said…
Hahahah, thank you Jayasri. I haven't been posting anything in ages! But its such fun to make up nonsense rhymes. Even if one is trying to overcome a blocked nose!!
4:01 pm, May 02, 2013
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