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Fri 8 Nov, 2002 08:20 pm
Decline
Organs betray me, honey bun,
Malfunctions big and small;
Last year they took my one,
and only place for storing gall.
I have a uro-doctor now,
(Admired by his peers)
And I have noticed -owww!
Hair, growing on the inside of my ears!
Ironically, on top my hair is thinner,
And, (to tell you this may be a little crass)
Every evening after eating dinner,
I soak my (upper) denture in a glass.
What's that my dear?
Oh love, the thing is worse than what I paint,
So I must disappoint you now I fear...
My joints are stiff tonight, but some thing ain't.
( 10-02 G.L.)
Disclaimer:
The above poem is not completely autobiographical. :wink:
Ain't it nice to be unable to eat
Simply 'cause you forgot where you left your teeth?
And ain't it a scream you can't read stuff
Simply cause your arms outstretched aren't long enough?
This poem has been modified slightly and re-titled.
The first thing I experienced was loss of memory. Then, er, ah, what was I saying?
Very entertaining, jjorge
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The writing, I mean. (Nothing amusing about losing the usage and/or the parts)
Great rhythym and words, I enjoy your work.
Ahem..... I have been here awhile, too.
Thanks for your comments neo T-O-L, and bek.
P.S.
Further Commentary On the Ongoing Discovery of Diminished Functions and Organ Decline:
Alas...
A lack
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