Sam
Thursday, 24 July 2014
Ode to my Nose
Oh nose, Oh nose
I go cross-eyed to see you
You sit on the end of my face
Like you’re stuck with glue
Without you I could not smell
Types of foods I could not tell
so i am glad my nose is on my face
not put in a different place
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