If I was told,
I had a cold,
from anyone other than me.
I would sigh,
Prepare to die,
and then watch and wait and see.
But I know,
it will go,
And still alive I will be.
This is why,
I never cry,
When I see the cold in me.
Yep, this is about Joly! I thought that it might be an interesting piece, and once again, it is terribly short. Sorry!
