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M'haps the plague? - NaPoWriMo 12

A little tickle on the tonsils,
a slight dry gust in the mouth,
and a heavy ball in the throat,
Gods I hope its not a blasted cold.
I hope it is just the need
to drink more water
and not pestilence's fetid fingers
tickling in testing out my defences
before squatting
as uninvited pest in my head,
Either way,
Summon the forges for a brew
and raise a mug to good health,
Cheers.
Written by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
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