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Ode Numothoratic
One night Chole, Mike, and I were on our way to dinner when Chole complained her chest was hurting. Unfortunately, I opened my mouth and suggested it was only a cramp. A few hours later she was in the hospital with a collapsed lung! I wrote this poem as a get well message and an apology. I guess it worked - she lets me call her 'Blebs'.
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Practice filling your lungs up with air Puff out your chest for all to see More exercise is needed, so start walking
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Engage yourself in elegant speech Hold your breath until you turn blue Most importantly, laugh and sing |
