Here it comes,
April on the wing
squirrels chatter, birds sing,
flowers rise and grow
lilac scented pollen in the windy flow
oh no,
a tickle in my throat and nose,
this is spring, oh what a magical tease
forcing out each reckless cough and repetitive sneeze,
a screech to inertia, breathless explosive compulsion
from the mucosa...
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