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Jun 2020
I hate knees
Knees hurt on the way down
the stairs to breakfast.
Knees hurt on impact
when I pray in earnest.
Knees transmit pain
signals to my brain relentless.
I hate knees.
Whether on necks
or where they belong,
on the ground.
I hate knees.
The last three lines added today 6 June, after a week of tears and bewilderment.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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