Fever. Chills. Pain. Pressure. Mucus. Phlegm. Sniffle. Hack. Wheeze.
It's not pretty.
A poem my college roommate, Heather, and I wrote, our freshman year:
Snot fills my brain.
I need a drain.
Fly on a plane?
Don't be insane.
Snot fills my brain.
Thank you.
--End--
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