When a symphony
Of hacking coughs
Troubles me long enough
Blocking the easy path
To a good night’s rest
It's a ratty old pair
Of cotton sweat pants
I avail myself of
In surrender to other music
Stirring in my chest
Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...
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