Anemone Flynn - A Snippet
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2014-06-11
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The air hangs thick as treacle,
Yet no scent can I discern.
My lungs for breath do labor;
I feel the oxygen burn.
There is no fire or sulphur -
No clinging fetid mold.
I'm merely trying to portray
For you my lamentable cold!
2007 Idaho
Anemone Flynn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-snippet/
Yet no scent can I discern.
My lungs for breath do labor;
I feel the oxygen burn.
There is no fire or sulphur -
No clinging fetid mold.
I'm merely trying to portray
For you my lamentable cold!
2007 Idaho
Anemone Flynn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-snippet/
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