Gone one block for medicine for
me,
hasn’t returned after 3 hours.
Ice under snow,
I pray.
Pray? I have no one to pray to.
But I want
someone, something to hear.
I never needed medicine that
bad.
Gone one block for medicine for
me,
hasn’t returned after 3 hours.
Ice under snow,
I pray.
Pray? I have no one to pray to.
But I want
someone, something to hear.
I never needed medicine that
bad.
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Comedy of errors, I guess. My friend had come in and left them by my bed and I didn’t see them. But during the three hours I thought she was missing, I wrote that little thing to relieve my stress. A little intestinal upset. 4 degrees here, snow. I can’t pronounce her name but call her Fonzie.
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Good! Next time phone her! 🙂
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Happy ending–written during my uncertanty. Thanks.
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