Running noses.
Exasperated whines.
Fussing, fussing, fussing.
Wits ends.
Coughs to the face.
Minutes thousands of years long.
Dinners unstarted.
Messes uncleaned
Tired mothers half-asleep,
Drumming up the internal fortitude
To survive wintery
Don't want to go outside days.
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