There’s something about the runny nose,the nasal drip that never goesThe febrile tremor, that ancient chill,fevers that die, fevers that killThe buba that grew on many a groin,and spread the pox from loin to loinThe rash has always been a friend,kissing our skin centuries on endBugs went on ships, on decks so damp,giving sailors diarrhea... Continue Reading →