Coughs And Sneezes
By John Carter Brown
I hate it when I sneeze, these days,
It lifts my fringe, my curls, my greys;
It blasts my ears and rattles my head,
But at least it gets me out of bed.
I hate it when I cough, these days,
It hurts my chest, my eyes o’erglaze;
It’s hard to breathe, I feel like dead,
I think I’d rather sneeze instead.
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