I have a terrible cold, And everyone knows how terrible colds Alter the whole system of the universe, Set us against life, And make even metaphysics sneeze. I have wasted the whole day blowing my nose. My head is aching vaguely. Sad condition for a minor poet! Today I am really and truly a minor poet. What I was in old days was a wish; it`s gone. Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies! Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here. I shan`t get well unless I go and lie down on my bed. I never was well except lying down on the Universe. Excusez un peu… What a terrible cold!… it`s physical! I need truth and aspirin.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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