again, the screaming.
again, the pain.
you come when i least want you to,
causing havoc.
i've shed too many tears over you,
i wish you would just leave,
never to return.
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anither flare up. stupid arthritis.
Be honest and let me know what you think!
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I will bring the Ben Gay and Loritabs. Get the bathwater as hot as you can stand it.

Joe

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So sorry my dear.
Let it all go.


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oh I am sorry you feel like that Mommy. I hope it gets better.
anyways good poem
your daughter
vampireintherain




