Achoo, Achoo
Achoo, Achoo
Miracle Man
9/7/2024
I rise each morning chomping at the bit,
because allergies are giving me a near fit.
As I blow, and I sneeze,
I breathe with a wheeze,
I’m glad it’s nothing that I can transmit.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2024
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