Closed the year sick
Turning me grumpy an prick
Hated these things
Negativity it brings
Bed-ridden I was
Concern made a buzz
Fatigue and pain was the cause
It will never make an applause
If this is stress
Then I'm in a mess
I should find a cure
So that I could endure
I'm troubled
My condition baffled
Sickness wont last
I will put this in the past.
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