Warm sweater
Watching the fan spin around
I feel like I’m bound…
To this little thing called sleep
I try to open my eyes…
But only a peek
And I try to speak
But all I hear is a squeak
My voice is gone almost completely
They say get better
And they say it so sweetly
I will try to get better
So all I need is some hot tea
And a warm sweater
I will get better
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-pokes self-