| I Hate HS! to the tune of Let It Snow! |
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| Oh my HS right now is frightful.
But my heart is still very hopeful...... But sense there is no cure right now. I hate HS, I hate HS, I hate HS My arm is slowly going up right now.... And shouting it wants to be heard POW But sense there is no cure right now. I hate HS, I hate HS, I hate HS As I finally say goodnight.... I put a pillow here and there and everywhere.... I get situated and guess what!!!! I have to pee!!! But sense there is no cure right now. I hate HS, I hate HS, I hate HS There is a warm sensation under my arm.... We can all keep warm from it.... Just plug your nose from the smell...lol As we all walk around like snails.... But sense there is no cure right now. I hate HS, I hate HS, I hate HS |
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