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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!
Up the ladder:
Stopping at the oak (draft)
Down the ladder:
Rhythm of the rain
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Posted: May 3, 2005 2:29 PM PDT; Last modified: May 14, 2005 3:36 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1490035 Overall Rank: 5288 Comments:
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Great fun, this little ode... 'Enough! or else I shall be drenched!'
Marvellous