By KellyFaith
Bucket standing beside the bed
Jackhammer in my head
Standing guard beside the bowl
Trying hard to hit the goal
Of delicious food and drink
One like me can hardly think
Oh, how much I hate you
Cruel and vile stomach flu
(Don't groan. You can't expect Emerson from someone feeling this bad!)
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