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Sick Leave

I sound like a frog. My chest feels like a bog. My head’s in a fog. And I don’t much care to even use the time off to turn that into my occasional limerick.

So just drop my sick leave bank balance down to two and a half weeks, and wake me up after this day has done its business on everyone else.

//] - specimen

Written by macheide

23 January 2009 at 7:15 am

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