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Screw it, I'm writing haiku based on my recent sick days.

Near a cold's end, I
Find signs of sickness leaving
And hope none linger.

Fluid in my nose
Does not want to be there, so
It runs. Fluidly.

Don't enjoy sickness.
Enjoying being sick is
A different sickness.

My apologies
To all those who heard me sneeze
(Maybe they're impressed.)

(More sincere poem-writing is in progress! True detail: I started writing my next poem, and saw I'd skipped a blank page in my notebook, and I wanted something on it. Thus, these.)