Spring. The time of year
when sweet-smelling air
takes tons of pollen
to just everywhere.
Spring. The time of year
when all drivers are
washing the yellow
off of idle cars.
Spring. The time of year
when gentle breezes
carry the soft sound
of steady sneezes.
Enough of that. All to say:
I hate spring. I hate plants. I hate pollen. I hate sneezing.
Posted by Randy at March 11, 2004 03:53 PM | TrackBack