Gords Poetry
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Ouchy
With a spinning, numbing, grumbling feeling.
I whisper to myself, "Damn" and "Ouchy".
Where are my meds? I sense it coming...
Out of the dented can I come: Grouchy!
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