A fortnight it is since
satisfied with a rinse
confined to bed all through
coughed with all might in true
temperature high throughout
could do nothing in real
lay there with eyes on the tile
a horrible fortnight in all
have scathed through the great fall.
If it recurs once again
know not how to deign
the suffering is one of hardest
has kept me from all at the farthest
could be termed as a battle
made me toss in bed with a prattle
talked disoriented in delirium
lost the coveted equilibrium
a nightmare now gone.
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