No, I'm not sick, I am not ill,
because I have an iron-clad will...
I'm only thawing broth congealed
to make my stupid, clogged nose yield
to reason. It must not succumb...
Too late! I find that it is numb
from tissues and my health maligned,
I'm mad and somewhat, (ick), resigned.
I'll make this nose feel such remorse...
from it I'm filing for divorce!!
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