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I have an incipient cold,
A budding burgeoning cough.
I don’t feel ill,
I’m sentient still,
You can tell me to clear off.

No, you don’t want to catch what I’ve got;
No way would it enhance your lot.
You’d never thank me,
You’d definite-lee,
Be catching a Gordian Knot.

For a cold is a cold is a cold,
Especially if you’re getting old.
You won’t want to feel low,
Just retain status quo,
And let’s keep the future on hold.


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