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One by one and it seemed not to stop
My family's hugs
Had spread a bad bug
Now can somebody please pass the mop?
Our Christmas has come to an end
For the most part we're all on the mend
My sisters, my mother,
my nephew, my brother,
We'll not wish this upon you, my friend
STOMACH BUGS ARE GROSS! BOOO!!!!
(But thank you, Lord, that my children have yet to get sick!)
4 comments:
I Am rolling laughing out loud, really! Great poetry sister and I'm so glad your kids haven't caught it!
WOEFULLY behind on blog reading - Sorry y'all are pukey/sicky. I'm obsessively washing hands even though you're a thousand miles away.
That is horrible! On another note, we are looking to get a new camera. What do you have?
Looks like Will wins the adult immune system prize this year!
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