For a friend.
Achates! bless you… its called a common cold.
Achates! Bless you…
I sneeze then sneeze again
I think its here you find your friends
the ones who step back…
then frown… [As you sneeze achoo! ]
Then look down upon your hand and scowl
my god is that saliva or my inner thought
I’m sure my gems forget me not
Ah but for the damp patch of the night
Was just a SNEEZE .
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