Is illness on the horizon, feel a sore throat coming on,
A walk to wash away the cobwebs, hoping it'll be gone.
Not been sick for over a year, could be nearly two now,
Hit with hardly any ailments, diet and fitness are probably how.
Fasting until midday and nearly there, halfway,
Because breakfast equals breaking fast, okay.
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That you there in the pic? Good wishes to you.
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