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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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online) - Published: February 10th, 2026 11:31
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That you there in the pic? Good wishes to you.
Haha no, I have no hair lol.
Shaun, this made me smile…there’s an easy, grounded honesty here. It feels like a thought caught mid-walk, half worry, half self-check, and that casual openness works. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, yes thankfully I've got no cough.
Thankfully! Most welcome, my friend.
A good read from someone that doesn't get sick. Told my kids that some days I don't feel well but I don't get sick the day I get sick is the day I die. Well written
Cheers, appreciate it.
Most welcome
I completely recognise that, so well stated. I can only say that sore throats do come and do go without major incident (antibodies in my system worked overtime and did a double shift).
Indeed, thankfully better today mostly, thanks pal.
Maybe you heard Shaun that a certain organization ran a simulation-exercise in Dec.2025 for a coming "illness" that they seem sure will happen.
Oh no, I did hear that yeah.
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