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  
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