The SnifflesA Poem by Annabelle Lee
Exhausted and sore
Ready for sleep But the sniffles keep on chasing me It's this game of cat and mouse They run me up and down the house My back is sore my legs are weak All I want to do is sleep But I must get up and chase the cold Boy this fight is getting old AND SUDDENLY i catch it, as if IT was running from ME But the only thing I was trying to catch is sleep Will you, after I blow my nose- Help chas my sleep and free my cold? © 2013 Annabelle LeeReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 30, 2013 Last Updated on January 30, 2013 AuthorAnnabelle LeeMiddle of NowhereAboutHello everyone I am Annabelle Lee. I am FINALLY, after June 12, the ripe old age of fifteen. I'm a poet. I want to write novels, as well, but those do not belong on this site in hopes that someday .. more.. |

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