Author: Barbara Goodhew
Now I know why some people are hyperchondriacs.
When you're sick everybody is nice.
The trouble is they're just like alcholics.
It is a sickness that makes people stay away.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Tashia (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, May 29 2007, 01:43 pm|
i like your poem it is goood.
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, May 29 2007, 02:54 pm|
You saw the humour ih it. thanks
|mmmm?? (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, October 28 2007, 06:48 pm|
i didnt really get it :[
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