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May 2020
We are all afflicted
In one way or another
A slice of anxiety
With depression sprinkled in

Why could I not be diseased
With a severe case of good sleep
Or come down with the "smiles"
Only to become terminal
With stage four happiness
It's just been a rough week with a lot of sleepless nights and an unseasonable cough
Michael Stefan
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Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
(37/M/Minneapolis)   
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