More Flu Haiku
Shoo cats! Let me sleep awhile.
Cats think “food”, not “flu”.
I promise I’ll make a real entry soon. It’s just easier to compose haiku in bed than it is to compose entries.
Shoo cats! Let me sleep awhile.
Cats think “food”, not “flu”.
Shoo cats! Let me sleep awhile.
Cats think “food”, not “flu”.
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