Freewrite 10.8.09
This cacophony of errors,
Chirping crickets in the creek.
I can not focus, I can not think.
My brain is filled with sound,
Music and noise bleed together with
The ambiance of the building.
The room is filled with sniffles,
The sickness comes nearer.
A new song, a changing season
The influenza epidemic comes more in to focus,
Its effects ever clearer.
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