My Nose
by Dorothy Aldis
It doesn’t breathe;
It doesn’t smell;
It doesn’t feel
So very well.
I am discouraged
With my nose:
The only thing it
Does is blows.
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Hi Jill, I love this dear little ‘Nose’ poem. I can not keep up with much of your Marmalade material, but try to catch some of your ‘Friday Poetry’. I need to check if I have another email address on you. i have been out of touch for so long. Just dropped into the abys Wrote you a snail mail to an address I had for you, but it may have been old. I hope you haven’t given up on me. I still have so much pink poppy seed with your name on it. Our world and weather is such a mess. It makes one hold life so precious. Hope this finds you safe and well. Love always, Eva PS. my email is still–edrewmla@yahoo.com.
Thank you, Eva. I’m sorry, but can you remind me of our connection? I’m drawing a blank, though pink poppy seed sounds lovely!