At least, with this bad flu, a seizure doesn’t think
that it’s a door wide open for an entrance. Link
me back to feeling fine, no cough or fever, aches,
sore throat, or headache, shaking chills. Put on the brakes.
Give me my health again. I’ve put my time in here
within your land where feeling good is slight, is mere.
I’m ready now to wave goodbye. Your derring-do
affected me, but I no longer want this flu.