Quotes about pneumonia
Rockin Pneumonia & The Boogie Woogie Flu
I wanna jump but Im afraid Ill fall
I wanna holler but the jones too small
Young man really got the hold to it too
I got the rockin pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
Want some lovin, baby, that aint all
I wanna kiss her but the girls too tall
Young man really got a hold on it too
I got the rockin pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
I wanna scream, I want you all to know
I would be runnin but my feets are too slow
Young man really got a hold on it too
I got the rockin pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
Baby callin me now hurry home
I know shes leavin cause Im takin too long
Young man really got a hold on it too
I got the rockin pneumonia and joe perry too, oh
Want some lovin, baby that aint all
I wanna kiss her but the girls too tall
Young man really got a hold on it too
I got the rockin pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
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song performed by Aerosmith
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When a man lacks mental balance in pneumonia he is said to be delirious. When he lacks mental balance without the pneumonia, he is pronounced insane by all smart doctors.
quote by Martin H. Fischer
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On December 17, 1984, I had surgery to remove two inches of my left lung due to pneumonia. After two hours of surgery the doctors told my mother I had AIDS.
quote by Ryan White
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The drink? Yes, I've had tough times in my life, especially the last year, regarding my ex-wife, my kids, I nearly broke my neck, I was on death row with pneumonia.
quote by Paul Gascoigne
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All countries should immediately now activate their pandemic preparedness plans. Countries should remain on high alert for unusual outbreaks of influenza-like illness and severe pneumonia.
quote by Margaret Chan
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Fugitive World
The woman in front of me
Coughs like she has pneumonia.
I move to the back of the car.
There, a man absent-mindedly repeats to himself:
“You won’t get me! ” like a hundred times a minute.
I look out the window as if I’ve seen a ghost.
The man next to me moves to the front of the car.
poem by Jade TheBird
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My Muse is Sick
Walking pneumonia
it lies, prostrate
with aimless mutterings
of platinum grills, diamonds, tires,
20” rims, hoes giving brain, and
candy mammies.
My Muse is Sick
and oh so tired of heavy bass resonance
with no revolutionary overtones
being demanded by
candy-coated DJs screaming out G-Unit
(Nothing against the man nor his pain, but
not everyone’s been shot, then made it to fame.)
We be average niggas living
meager nigga lives
full of taxes and strife
poem by Barely There
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My Daughter on her Thirtieth Birthday
A naked girl in the bath
Suds floating, eyes shining
A BIG girl riding Mr. Horsy-bike
Birthday party, green balloon
A special girl grooming Sheike
Sweat streaming, cheeks flaming
A Co-op girl in the kitchen
Baking sponges with her friend Rosie
A magic girl playing Ariel,
'Merrily, merrily shall I live now'
A gentle girl at my bedside
When I was sick with pneumonia
A grown-up girl working hard
Errol Street, massage
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poem by Alison Cassidy
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Up To Date And Ready To Go
It may not be the bearded man
who smiles at you and explodes.
It may not be the errant tyre
that slides on the icy roads.
It may not be the scaffolding plank
that bounces on your head.
It may not be pneumonia
that smothers you in bed.
It may not be the fever
that creeps through blood and vein.
Or the quiet worm in the sole of your foot
that climbs up to your brain.
It may be that the breath leaks out
in a mist of expiring pain
and nothing can make it turn about
and slide back in again.
Ready?
poem by Brian Taylor
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Doctor Meyers
No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,
Did more for people in this town than l.
And all the weak, the halt, the improvident
And those who could not pay flocked to me.
I was good-hearted, easy Doctor Meyers.
I was healthy, happy, in comfortable fortune,
Blest with a congenial mate, my children raised,
All wedded, doing well in the world.
And then one night, Minerva, the poetess,
Came to me in her trouble, crying.
I tried to help her out -- she died --
They indicted me, the newspapers disgraced me,
My wife perished of a broken heart.
And pneumonia finished me.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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