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H3N2 symptoms And Perventation

H3N2 symptoms And perventataon 

You want a bite? Here's your H3N2 symptoms prevention. The bat-sized Gii slaps the narrator with enough force to send them sprawling and screams something very rude-sounding at the narrator. 

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It's very contagious and has a high mortality rate. It's usually spread through the air but it can also be spread through bodily fluids, contact, and contaminated surfaces. Symptoms usually appear in 3-5 days. It's also known by the names highly pathogenic avian influenza or avian flu among others.

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THAT QUIET NIGHT

As the moon peeped through the clouds,
It glistened on my face.
The sky studded with diamonds,
The cool breeze romancing through its way..

A shudder of frisson hit my veins,
As the flood of thoughts overtook my brain.
They are my chassis of sagacity..

Like the x-ray to my broken leg,
Or a pinky to my brain?
May be the reflection to my mirror,
Or the sweetness to the sugarcane?


How their septic pinches and punchs  have taught me,
The beautiful dance of the 'dance' of life..

" Its a dubious world, my child,
 Remember that first step is a hard traveled mile,
 Follow your intuition and your soul,
 Tomorrow isn't promised to young or old.
 For if there is night, there has to be dawn,
              As life goes on..  "

The dark sky slowly disppeared..

How the time had come for me to depart,
To psychobabble my very own path.
How I bade them my adieus..

But the words still echoed...

1:29 A.M

 I would like to take the rum,
 Two the very most.
 Three, the four, the five,
 The extended pleasure of the life.

 My feet itched and my skin crawled,
 I wanted to dance, giggle and shout.
 I laughed until I gasped for breath,
 Then some wine was again fed.

 "Lets play the strings, the songs out loud"
 A voice like growling honey with exquisite diction trickled into my ears..
 I gazed at him with my heart all out.

 As panic wrapped its hairy hand around my belly and squeezed,
 "Would you suggest me a song please?"

 "I love all your jams, the rhythm and  your voice"
 That caring eyes was my choice.

 Then the strumming made us sing.
 That person sounded wonderfully  calm and deep.
 And the sound went nice and heavy.

 He flew his fingers along the fret,
 "I think we should dance" he said.
 A rush of intoxicating emotions hit me.
 I laughed, giggled and stumbled
 instead!

 "This unsteady feet can't dance"
 "Just snap your fingers or wiggle"
 His eyes met mine,
 And we both broke into mysterical  giggles!!

 Too giddy to even care.
 Alas! Its 1:29 !
 Can't we grapple back this time?

THE DANCING FEET

                                           
             As the music thumped,
 And the heat flooded up her body
She felt herself to be a pulsing beat of the track.

How she rested her one arm on the hip and the other on the her head,
" I can feel the rhythm on my fingers" she said

She danced with the feet, the ideas and the soul,
 She danced non stop from Ten to Four!

She twirled, she leaped and spinned,
 She jumped and danced with the spirit within.
 Away from everyone's eyeline and earshot,
  She brought her passion with the feeling out.

 " I dance for myself " she shrieked with laughter.
 Her body trembled with the pent-up emotions,
  Her eyes watered.
The tears left streaks down her face.

Yet, She Danced , She Danced , She Danced...

HEARTSTRINGS

That same tingy feeling,
The feeling that everything is right, 
But is everything right for me? 

The same old lanes, 
The same old crowd.
How I was pulled into the shadow of the high peak.
Amidst the mystical mountain idyll,
Back to the same old home of mine,
But, do I have the same old shine?

Until one night the phone beeped, 
And the rolling ball of hurt hit.
My frail mind, my soul, my heart,
Lost its way in the dark.
Fell asleep with my heart at the foot of my bed,
And then the tears shed.

My ribcage doubled its weight,

Its getting heavier.

A paranoic feeling has struck me,

For how sad could it even be?

My heart is pumping.

I am sophisticatedly alive.

Was it sadness?

I am not sad.

I said this over and over again,

Just lost my way in the same old lane. 

Was that only a little tingy feeling?

Or just an empty white room with a ceiling?