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Hold Your Nose and Swallow - March 27, 2025

Gary Hunter
Mar 27, 2025
1 min read

Updated: Mar 27, 2025

while the wind starts slapping

leaves around and clouds

spread the sky like spilled ink

life feels suspended

 

except for those birds

speeding home under

that stained ceiling to beat

what they know is coming

 

a downpour is tough love

an unwanted delivery few enjoy

like miserably tasting medicine


yeah, nothing to do about it

but hold your nose and swallow

 


 
 
 

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