Poem #78

Sometimes your hands are so cold
it feels as if they will freeze me.
Sometimes the pollen's so strong
it makes me really quite sneezy.

I would rather have you touch me
than practice blowing my nose,
even if it means I'll be cold
from my head right down to my toes.
3/29/02010

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