Not A Sonnet Yet, By The Medical Gods, Sonnet Taken Behind Paint Shed And Dealt With

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Brain: You could write a sonnet to bronchiodilators.
Spellcheck: You could write a sonnet to defibrillators.
Me: I... could go have a lie down, and maybe this weird idea will pass.

Me, 30 seconds later:

albuterol brings comfort to our lungs
our passion will breathe easier for love

Me, 30 more seconds later: What. No. Stop. Why even. No.
Me: *so much cussing*
Me: *wanders off to have a lie down after all*

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