A Saturday Down

I flew away from home and then took ill.
At first I thought it was the edible
I chewed so fast, but as fatigue went on
and as the cough increased, it came to dawn
on me I wasn’t free to sit and be
a wakeful member of the family.
I followed soma sense. I stopped all moving.
Ten hours on I felt myself improving.

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