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WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?
That August day
made me pray
for MERCY!
My head was pounding
like a woodpecker on
a metal roof
Could hardly see
my eyes were strabismic
I reached...
in my disarranged
medicene cabinet
in my dim
bathroom
pulled out the first
pill box
my quavering hands touched
I squinted my confused eyes
to examine the fine print
...Wednesday 6th September 2017 4:02 am
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