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A foggy head
laying low in a foggy heart.
A ragged start.
A sinus silo
filling in with pressure grain.
What a pain.
Little I think
above the mucus descent.
My thoughts are bent.
A nasal muse
a mist to be sprayed.
How I prayed.
I saw my dad with a Kleenex
hanging from the right side of
his nose.
Time froze
as I remembered him saying
hello with the dangling
participle waving in the wind.
I guess it is better than
watching a drop form on
the tip of his facial protrusion.
I’ve watched that too.
His leaky facial fawcet
running up a bill.
I wanted to tighten his ear
to dam up the trickle.
Lefty loosey righty tighty.
I suppose the muse cut through
the mucus today
and I am on my way.
Gerald the Writer 
>LOL…. Someone has a cold? I loved your poem, very descriptive. I could picture your painted word picture right to the end.
>nice. i hate colds…you really got going there int eh middle though…nice…
>awesome what you can make out of an ordinary cold…
>Tis the season of the cold…the college campus, I know, is one giant roving mass of sniffles and snot. It's where my mind went as soon as I read your lines; that and the desire to be as far away from the roiling, potential vat of sickness as well. One thing I certainly don't need!
>If you think its buggers but its snot.. sorry..The nose tickle/burn.. hate when that happens.
>This made me laugh out loud. You are so crafty! I hope the mucus thins out soon 🙂 Bless you.
>AtchooooThis is great how you describe a cold… omy!
>Sinus silo. I love it.
>Love the end-stanza on this.
>I swear I blowing my nose throughout most of this read… I love it. great read. you're a talented writer, Jerry- Sy
>the kleenex in the nose thing…my dad would do that tooas does my husbandit must be a guy thing