Blog-a-Prayer

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the virus

I will fear no sickness: for Theraflu art with me: thy steaming cup and thy antihistimines, they comfort me.

Thou doest prepare a table before me in the sight of mine television: thou doest anoint mine eyes with borderline entertainment, and my cup runneth over.

Surely, Gene Simmons Family Jewels will follow me all the days of my life, emblazoned in my feverish brain like a nightmare.

(wild applause) thank you - thank you. Had a lot of time to think about that one. Excuse my absence, Wavers. Anybody got any good illness haikus, poems, prayers or stories to contribute this glorious Friday?

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