Fresh Air
I once got a terrible cold,
Or an allergy from some mold.
All I said was, “ah-chew,”
And I constantly blew,
Until fresh air got it controlled.
By: Greg Stanley
For Gwen's Contest
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2011
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