The
sneeze at the art gallery echoed through the halls.
It
scattered germs across the room - to paintings hung on walls.
The vibration set off all alarms - sending
guards into a snit.
Some woke
up and ran through doors - others wouldn't fit.
The
sneezer said, "Excuse me." but no one was around.
The
gallery with all its germs - was suddenly locked downed.
It was
dark inside the gallery - as quiet as could be.
The
sneezer sat upon a bench… “Was this because of me?”
How was
she to ever know, that in that very room…
The Monet right in front of her, was suddenly in bloom.
Gesundheit
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