pollens are drifting on the air
they've tormented my delicate nose
I spend my days
with tissues in hand
dabbing the wetness that flows
at intervals
I
achoo
achoo
achoo
floating pollen
is something
that I really
do rue
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
pollens are drifting on the air
they've tormented my delicate nose
I spend my days
with tissues in hand
dabbing the wetness that flows
at intervals
I
achoo
achoo
achoo
floating pollen
is something
that I really
do rue
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