A plea to my dose

Sud is shiding.

Blooms are blooming.

Birds are chirping.

Coffee is brewing.

Sausages are sizzling.

 

Please, let me smell something.

ADYTHING.

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  1. JanB

    One word. Sudafed. And not the PE crap. You have to ask for the real stuff over the counter. I loved the poem. I have been there.

    Apr 08, 2007 @ 9:24 am

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