the world
wakes up sneezing
and blowing
it's nose,
coughing
and clearing
their throats.
there is a line
at the drug store,
of stuffy
heads.
people are
turning their
red eyes
upward to put
drops in.
Kleenex flies
in the wind.
god bless you
echoes through
the valley.
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