crazy illness
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Drip, Drip, Drip…
Up my arm the fluids go.
Tick, tock, tick…
Slowly time whittles away.
How long have I been here?
How long must I stay?
You can go soon they tell me.
My teeth are yellow
My feet are green
What an interesting sight to be seen
My toes are black
My hands are white
I hope I can still fly a kite