Hurrah Hurrah
it's spring again
with that comes
sniffle snuffle
of the noses
not like a truffle
but of roses
in bloom
yet only to my doom
in April, May, June
hell breaks lose
a nose is like a pasha
my hope - alas - in vain
that once it will stop...
alas, not until I drop.
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