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Mar 2016
I'm with Jack and his brother Jim
We got together on a whim
I think I've spent to much time with them

My vision is getting blurred
I'm having problems being heard
My speech is slurred

They tasted so very good
I'd drink more of them if I could
But I don't think I should

Because walking has become a chore
The door I did expore
That's how I ended up on floor
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
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