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When the nose blows
The explosion can be heard
For miles and miles and miles
Vision blurred
It's a tough challenge
When the nose blows while driving
The taste of the trickle
That runs from the nose to the throat
Neutral to nauseating
Smell muted for a moment
Or maybe several
It may be a sneeze barrage
Then there are those occasions
Of explosive art
When a sneeze turns to a snart
~Cie~
Notes:
Today's poem was supposed to include all five senses. I kind of did that.
The -666 readers of this blog may notice new poems creeping in on past dates where you hadn't seen a poem before. These poems aren't back-dated or anything. You just didn't notice them until now!
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