Eat or breathe

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Cleaning the yard

can be quite hard.

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A lovely day

no where close to May.

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Down tree limbs

a brush pile laden to the brim.

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Saw’em up and burn’em in a pit;

clean that yard. Have a pop and sit.

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Enjoy being outside.

Watch the sun; across the sky, ride.

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The curse of allergies comes for a visit.

My poor head and nose giving me fits.

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Working outside in the fresh air works up quite the appetite.

Into this sandwich, I wish to bite.

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Sadly, I can’t eat and breathe at the same time.

My stomach is growling, ‘mine! All mine!’

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‘But you don’t understand’, my nose does plead.

‘We can’t breathe and feed.

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Can’t you wait till tomorrow?

Can’t you feel my sorrow’?

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‘Empty, I am. Hungry now.’

My eye raised a brow.

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My head was already hurting.

Full of congestion; with disaster, flirting.

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My body couldn’t handle a total meltdown.

With 7 sneezes in a row, we avoided a complete shutdown.

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The nose was able to breathe long enough to eat.

Now I’m hoping my head and pillow will meet.

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8 thoughts on “Eat or breathe”

      1. Isn’t it funny how that one word is so regional? I can’t think of another one like it. Minnesota: “Have a Pop, Have a Shasta!” Oregon: “If I hear you say ‘pop’ one more time I’m going to slap you!” (Those are two places I grew up.)

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