Being sick
Oh know, not now, im sick again
why do i have to get sick before the big game
i wanna play soccer, i want to score goals
but how am i going to when i have sore soles (the bit of my feet)
Mother said to me 'you need medicine'
'Never' i repiled, 'not that taste again'
So i went to bed in pain and sorrow
Hoping that i would be better tomorrow
poem by Riccardo Messi Brodie Osburn
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