The Sunday Whirl: A Bad Knee

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Brenda is the host

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With leaps and bounds and slips and falls
My knee grows big, oh how it swells
No cracks are there, the bone is hard
the pain continues, nerves are charred
A bottle there of pain pills sit
luring my hands to grasp for it
Like a fence ’round a tower, the pain gets blocked
I worry that my liver’s socked.
But bloodwork says that I am fine
I’ll take this peace and call it mine.

©2025 CBialczak

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