Tea cups and tissues everywhere
The big chair is my lair
Orange juice in the fridge
Chicken soup, ok just a smidge
A week off work would be grand
Except a cold is never planned.
The pets won’t even snuggle
I’m left alone with my struggle
oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine
I just need more time
For the pollen to go away
And never come, not any other day
On this I do not sway.
Lula Harp 
And to think that this poem is about cold and sniffling…
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I was trying to make sure there was some creativity left and hadn’t all been blown out my nose 😉
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When I get a cold and have to blow it out of my clogged nose, I get a feeling that I blew out my brains along (icky!)
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Exactly!
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Well, being sick has certainly brought out the poet in you!
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After the move and WP writing 101, I’m really trying to write, and be creative, even if I don’t really feel it. It makes everything so much better
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Of course, I’ll never be the haiku master like you 😉
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