The one about the day when almost all my students and I had a cold and so we were sniffing, sneezing and holding our woozy heads all through the class.

The orchestra of breathing
was not a pleasure
for its audience.

*sniff*
*strong sniff*
*sniff*

Light heads, cloudy eyes,
and full bellies.

This poem is about
something quite
disgusting.

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