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From the Archives – The Sore Throat Beast

I have a sore throat

Dr. Diddlemore thinks I got jokes.

But I swear on my fat cat

That it won’t go away.

I’ve tried all of everything to shorten it’s stay.

I’ve gargled with salt,

Sprayed a fancy spray,

I even tried to stick a WHOLE ice cube tray

Down that way.

But alas my efforts have yet to cease

The burning and stinging

Of the sore throat beast!

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