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YET STILL IT SPEAKS

YET STILL IT SPEAKS

I thought I had forgotten that verse I wrote
Many years ago, a different place and time
But I can hear the words in that crumpled note

I say verse, and yet the words never did rhyme
If only I could banish it from my brain
Yet any permanent loss would be a crime

No famous poem,  no place among antiques
The words are really old now, yet still it speaks
Yet if shared I fear the havoc that it wreaks

I can’t describe the target listener it seeks
Just a few words from the heart, yet still it speaks
 

On blowing my clogged stuffed up nose

some topics might best
be left unwritten about
no matter such
bodily functions important,
which any anonymous reader
may willingly agree,
and mere moments ago
an aha moment occurred,

when I happened to take a tissue

to my button nose
and blew into the tissue,
and felt a clump
(or wad) of phlegm exit,
which brought immediate relief

and brings to mind one of the most

glorious and heavenly blessings