O,o poem

What can there be,
what can there be the matter with me,
O,o,
I feel ill and I am developing every malady,
O,o,
what can the matter be with me,
let me look in the mirror and I shall see what I shall see,
O, o,
what can the matter be with me.
I ruminate and I cogitate,
and ponder my condition,
whatever it may be,
O, o,
maybe I will have to find out,
by going on one of those self-help talk shows on TV.

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