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December 24, 2017
9:14 PM
The Twelve Days of Sickness

Inspired by Jess Nicol

On the first day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
My heart burnt to the third degree.

On the second day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the third day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the fourth day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the fifth day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the sixth day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Sexless roleplaying,
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the seventh day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Throwing things and screaming,
Sexless roleplaying,
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the eighth day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Much wooden wanking,
Throwing things and screaming,
Sexless roleplaying,
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the ninth day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Her fun's financing,
Much wooden wanking,
Throwing things and screaming,
Sexless roleplaying,
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the tenth day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Restlessly sleeping,
Her fun's financing,
Much wooden wanking,
Throwing things and screaming,
Sexless roleplaying,
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the eleventh day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Grumbling and griping,
Restlessly sleeping,
Her fun's financing,
Much wooden wanking,
Throwing things and screaming,
Sexless roleplaying,
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.

On the twelfth day of sickness
My true love gave to me:
Empty homecoming,
Grumbling and griping,
Restlessly sleeping,
Her fun's financing,
Much wooden wanking,
Throwing things and screaming,
Sexless roleplaying,
Clean-cut hamstrings,
Four-letter words,
Freaked-out friends,
A dirty stove,
And my heart burnt to the third degree.