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A Cold (Ode) by Niphredil

All hail to my runny nose! Like bubbling brook it sings and flows With gush unchecked by weir or dam, Unhindered by the hand of man. My runny nose! I sing to thee, A waterfall thou'st made of me, But now my joy in thee is quenched; Enough! or else I shall be drenched!

DoubleU 14-May-05/2:40 PM
Classy fun. The title is too plain




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