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Mar 2017
I walked outside to smell some flowers,
Their anthers blowing in the breeze
But while my plan was to sniff them for hours,
What sprung up?
It wasn't weeds.

As I bent down to smell the roses,
And the brilliant, white daisies
Suddenly I felt a tickle in my nose
What really sprung up?
My allergies!
I hate allergies. But now that spring is here, it'll be even worse!
Hailey Allen
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Hailey Allen
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