This year, my summer cold delayed its annual arrival.
It waited till fall, to gather strength, and I feared for my survival!

First came the coughing, then weepy eyes, the stuffy head and sneezing...
The runny nose, with one side blocked, and finally the wheezing.

Swallowing pills, drinking juice, then taking to my bed...
Watching TV around the clock, and wishing I were dead.

Feed a cold? Starve a cold?... has always been the question...
"Too sick to cook; just eat junk!"...that answer seemed ...


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