Posture

The challenge in the morning ride is mucus management.
Arising dry I feel the slide – I once was diligent
and blew my nose to clear the flow, but that produced an ache
between my ear and throat I know such repetitions make.
I started then to sniff and mop – I cocked my visage back,
which made the pour through nostrils stop, but that produced a track
of slime that’s called post-nasal drip, and spared my tissue need –
So now on bike I backward tip, which makes it hard to read.

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