Smoke gets in my eyes
Pix courtesy of AP
I wish it would go away.
That a huge, raging thunderstorm with gusty winds would blow it all away. Dissipate it into nothingness. Quench the smoldering fires of the forest.
Alas, it seems but a futile wish. It appears here to stay for a while - to make my eyes itch, make me weary from sneezing bouts and my nose peel from overmuch tissue-skin friction.
What miserable days.
That a huge, raging thunderstorm with gusty winds would blow it all away. Dissipate it into nothingness. Quench the smoldering fires of the forest.
Alas, it seems but a futile wish. It appears here to stay for a while - to make my eyes itch, make me weary from sneezing bouts and my nose peel from overmuch tissue-skin friction.
What miserable days.
posted by N.J.A.P.F. @ 11:56 AM
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