OuchA Poem by Mary... boredom....I fell where I am. Not able to move Not able to speek I feel like I was tripped. Like I was stabbed in the back. This pain is unbearable But i must bear it all the same. All i know is that i must get up. But can't i wait? I moan with each movement. I wine with each breath. But it's all the same in the end. Humpty Dumpty was put back together again © 2009 MaryAuthor's Note
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