
hey, excuse me would you happen to know how to reach the hotline for help? you see, i’m terribly ill my hands are clammy and i keep trembling while my stomach’s queasy and i don’t know what could be wrong. i was fine just yesterday but oh then i met him..
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 196 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-13-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2303870
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hotline for help
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hey, excuse me
would you happen
to know how to reach
the hotline for help
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you see, i'm terribly ill
my hands are clammy
and i keep trembling
while my stomach's queasy
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and i don't know
what could be wrong
i was fine just yesterday
but oh—then i met him
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i wonder if he was sick
maybe he's contagious
perhaps his stomach feels
like there are butterflies too
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i must remember to ask
how he's feeling because
i'm such an unhealthy mess
yet i wish to see him again
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now my heart's racing
too quickly for comfort
and i wonder if this is
also from that virus
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i'm sorry i didn't quite catch
what you had just said; oh—
how silly of me to have forgotten
the hotline for help is nine-one-one
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thank you for reminding me
and i shall make that call
for help is what i truly need
to cure this weird infection
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and now i've dialed the digits
the operator patiently says
that i am fine; sick i am not,
i'm just a woman in love
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