Drifted through sweet breezes
I sneezed……
And sneezed…….
And Sneezed.
Blew long and strong
Congestion filled my head
Collections dense and stifling
Throat red and sore with each swallow.
Buried in tissues of soft white ~
Only awakens when the winds die down
Until I sneeze one more time……..
“The pollen count, now that’s a difficult job.
Especially if you’ve got hay fever.”
~ Milton Jones
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