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Nov 2014
Morning came to us
As it usually does,
Crickets chirping
From her Apple,
Me, sighing,
Throwing off the covers,
Stumbling toward the stairs
To hit the can,
Groaning first few steps.

I stopped and said,
"I noticed every morning now,
I always have these aches and pains."

And she replied, sounding sane,
"I never have eggs and bacon!"

Mystified, I told her she made no sense.

"What do you think I said?" she asked.

"You never have eggs and bacon?" I replied.

"You're going deaf!
I said aches and pains!"

And so it goes.
Round and round and round,
Where it stops, God only knows....
Don Bouchard
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Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
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