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| I'd like to shake this pesky cold Before another tale is told. It is no fun to have a head That makes one want to go to bed. I'll take the pills I need to take And trust the Lord to whole me make. This is a minor passing ill To be confronted with good will. The malady could be much worse, Or even leave a lasting curse. A cold is nothing but a sneeze. It needn't bring me to my knees. | ||
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