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A liquid measure

It's in the bag

or is it?

The unmeasured liquids

that I've been drinking this morning,,

coffee, prune juice, cranberry, pill water

then the mandatory diuretic

taken at 6:00 a.m.,

a cath a ten,

lunch at twelve thirty,

and then a lap moat of **** at one!

A transfer board out of the wheelchair

onto the made bed.

Rocking 'n rolling off the wet pants,

rocking and rolling on a pair of dry slacks.

**** **** I hate this."

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perig3e
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Published
Sep 7, 2012
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