I cannot move,cos I get sick. I won’t go on a bus.

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WHAT’S THE REMEDY: I cannot move,cos I get sick. I won’t go on a bus.
I’m always minding people. From my nose comes bloody pus.
I haven’t slept in a long time. The time just goes so quick.
I love to sing and dance and joke, Don’t like fools, my salivas thick..
XX Breda

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