When I Was Sick
I looked outside my window sill
Everything was tall and clean.
When sick never did i take a pill
And there on that tree grew beans.
Everything touched my tongue
So badly tasted sour.
Every time the birds sung
I was done for.
Wanted to play
and get out of this cage please.
For amazing was the day
But here i was seized.
When i was sick
I could not play
And an icecream i wanted to lick.
For amazing was the day.
I felt twisted.
A never here
and my heart was never listed.
With a never there.
I felt dizzy.
The room circled in two
And a bit frizzy.
There was nothing i could do.
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Its not that good but still: D
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