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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

...

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