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Cough, cough, cough

Comes the batter in the night

Cough, cough, cough

Waking up my sleep so tight


Pitter-patter, pitter-patter

Knocking at my window

Pitter-patter, pitter-pat

Remembering my woe


Fiddle off you wicked foe!

What dost you will now?

Spout it out, say for once

What you cannot ramble forth


Cough, cough, cough

Be now rid of it at once

Clear your throat in fighting battle

Let thy soldiers take thy course.


Sylvia Munton, August 2013

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