Pink, purple and orange
Blooming trees on the sidewalk
Flowy dresses on the little girls
And Yellow bees littered in empty fields
Oh how I wish I could love spring too
But for I spring is Allergy pills
And a runny nose
Itchy eyes and pumpkin soup
Sneezing and distant glares
My body is allergic to spring.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
