Making Sense

God picked my nose.
Out of all the noses picked
this is the one front and centered.
I don’t know why I feel the need
to keep picking my own nose,
it just doesn’t make sense,
except the sense of smell.

Comments

  1. smiles… that is true… reminded me of the song… you chose me, you called me by name…from the moment that you touched my life, i have been changed… humming along..smiles…happy weekend

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