Poem #205

If I start to pant
but I'm still unable to breathe
and my skin breaks out in hives,
please don't — you can't —
I don't want you to leave
or force feed my sour cream and chives.
7/31/02010

I don't remember composing this one, but it sure seems like it was strictly an exercise in rhyme.

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