Allergy Time - Poem by Edwina Reizer
Sneezing, tissues, itchy eyes,
allergy’s come to call.
Coughing, cough drops, itchy throat,
maybe because it’s fall.
It makes me wish for winter
even though I detest the cold.
But anything’s better than these symptoms.
I guess I’m getting old.
I have no patience for any of this.
Forgive me pretty please.
I have to cut this poem short.
Here comes another sneeze.
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