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BAD DAY

I was quiet today

all day

life is peak and valley

but even with all I’ve been through

this day was low

call me Chief Joseph

I’m tired

authorities say one thing

practioners say the opposite

embattled and entrapped

in bureaucratic bull ****

I will fight no more

for now

my voice is parched

my limbs are weak

my spirit is diminished

today they burned down the fort

I will lay low and rest

among the ashes

maybe tomorrow

or the next day

I will rise

like a phoenix

and fight again

but tonight

I’ll take some warm calming tea

and close my eyes and rest

 

Lord,

give me sweet sleep

and pleasant dreams

 

Del Maximo

(c)11/13/2024

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Nov 14, 2024
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This has to do with healthcare in the U.S.

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