Allergies
Even if I were deaf and blind
I’d know that spring isn’t far behind.
My trusty all-knowing nose
would instantly diagnose
I was suffering from allergies
without rushing to pharmacies.
How from these I’d love relief!
Why breathe at all when they cause such grief?
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2024
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