Off she went chasing whims.
She could see those devious fellows.
Dashing past, flashing by in front of her.
Catching them was near impossible.
When she nearly caught them.
Her ****** they would evade again
****** silly creatures, thereby took their leave.
What were those silly  whimsical creatures, that she so desperately chased?
The tissues that fell out of her sleeve.
Took off her sweater, they tumbled out.
They got grabbed by the breeze.
Did not want to spread her germs.
From those whimsical tissues, running free, caught on breezes of sneezes.
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