One Fine Spring Day
By Candace Shultz
We stroll through the town
Under the shade of the blooming trees.
We gaze at the flowers
As we enjoy the warmth of the sun.
A gentle breeze flows through my hair
And tickles my noise with fragrant blossoms.
I smile and sigh and sneeze.
Then I sneeze and sneeze and sneeze.
My eyes start to burn.
My throat begins to itch.
My nose drips and drips.
And I sneeze and sneeze and sneeze.
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