Back of the Throat

jwhhobbs22

Feb 24

1 min read

Mucal membranes block the throat

We lose our air and start to choke

With regularity, in dark times

Full function is hard to find

It will pass, or it will not

Each wound, bound and unsleeved thought

Runs its course where it will

It all has merit, until you lie cold and still.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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