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Sick. Sick. Sick.
Want to work, yet couldn't
'Cause I am sick.
Hate to be sick.
Don't like to be sick.
Nobody ever would.
'Tis a sign of imbalance.
In lifestyle, of course.
Perhaps too much work,
And rest I ignore.
Yet what can I do,
When fate requires me so?
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