Dorothy Aldis (Дороти Олдис)

My Nose

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.

1. Night and Morning
2. Somersault
3. The Picnic
4. Little
5. See, I Can Do It

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