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A girl who does not like a boy who always has a cold.


Submitted:Mar 9, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Everyday, Everyday!

I see him blow his nose

His snotty, icky tissue

It seems it just grows!

At lunch... At lunch

I watch him eat his food

And there it comes again

His green nasty goo.

In the class, in class

I dare not touch his hand

I do anything to avoid him

That I will never stand.

Why is his nose always runny

He needs to see a doctor

If he coughs, sneezes or sniffles

I might just have to holler!





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