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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Ah Spring

Sneezing, coughing, watery eyes.
Swollen cheekbones don't deny
that we are upon that time of year,
Cottonwoods Cottonwoods, yes, yes, they're here.
My skin is splotchy, my throat is dry.
It looks as if snow is in the sky.
The blossoms, oh yes, they look so pretty.
But don't be fooled they give no pity.
They clog up sewers and suffocate plants.
I heard they're not even liked by the ants.
Odeargod, please someone make this end.
Until that time, Sudafed's my new best friend.
'It's almost over', I keep saying.
But man, those trees just keep a swaying.
Letting the cottonwoods swirl around
Until they finally hit the ground.
Look look, May's over, is that the end me sees?
Here comes June! Oh crap, with all its bees.


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