"Atchoo! Atchoo! I Can Sneeze Like You!
Bloody Hayfever!
I walk through the park enjoying many hours,
I spent all my time smelling the flowers,
I said to myself "Hayfever never,"
Then I started sneezing forever!
Atchoo! Atchoo!
"Oh no this won't do!"
I took out a tissue and blew my nose,
It took so long, I needed a hose,
So, I proceeded to write this poem,
For my sneezes to end, I am longing!
Atchoo! Atchoo!
"Oh no this won't do!
The flowers look at me,
And they laugh,
When they see me,
Feeling my wrath.
They hear me sneeze,
So they aim to tease;
They laugh, and tell me,
"Atchoo! Atchoo!
I can sneeze like you!"
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
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