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    2012 - 08.23

    Suddenly and surprisingly

    I felt out of wack

    All my chemicals put me off of the track.

    My body is moaning

    As I try to hang on

    My footsteps are faded

    I don’t feel too strong.

    I went out shape in such a short time

    Seriously in danger

    I lost track of the Rhyme

    Which beats along now without me.

    Trapped by the lack

    I cannot find the health groove

    My pocket book tells me

    I may have to move

    Into some smaller existence.

    Where as an old man

    I am doomed to start over

    And do the best I can.





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