What My Cold Has To Say About It

Entrancificatorially speaking,
to coin a word,
this thing you’ve got’s perpetually leaking
as if a bird

proleptically had fallen into squeaking
thereby to gird
itself against transgressively de-beaking
thus to have spurred

compulsively premeditative peeking
which has occurred
to your astonishment, while also tweaking
what you had heard

was true.
(Achoo.)
Adieu,
Ague.

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