"Yes, hello, this is Meggie,
I can't make it in today-
My arms hurt and I have the sniffles.
Hopefully I will recover for tomorrow."
Climate change, sniffles, excuses,
The little pony crapped its pants
The sun went down un-enhanced
The cables sit in a box in a suburban closet
The frog looks shot, but still won't get out of the intersection.
Sniffles, excuses, drafty doors
The little lie's coming out of your pores.
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