Friday Poem
© 5 Sep 2014 Luther Tychonievich
Licensed under Creative Commons: CC BY-NC-ND 3.0
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Friday Poem

Illness follows handshakes each semester.


Untitled Poem

I’ve that tickle in my throat
  Means a head-cold’s coming soon
Soon my lungs in phlegm will float
  Soon my voice will meet its doom

Each semester round this week
  (sometimes later) health must slip
As a hundred students seek
  To impress me with their grip

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