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Caught a glimpse of health

Body betrays.

Rest ought to be the goal

Bills to pay, work to be done, keep moving forward

Until it’s no longer tangible

Or common sense takes over.


It’s 93 degrees outside

Yet I shiver.

Getting up time comes too soon.

“Time to make the doughnuts” and all that.

Time to human up

Meds and temperature and orange juice, oh my.

Not going to lay down, fight on!

(Tomorrow though, may be a different story…)



[Poem #187]


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