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Jan 7
I just seen my footprints
In the snow
Good lord!
I walk funny
Like the left leg
Doesn't like the right
And won't look it in the eye
The problem is the hip
Denuded of articulate cartilage
The grind and weakness
Make my gait so obvious
If it gets much worse
I'll be walking round in circles
Getting more pathetic
Like an inverted turtle
When I look down
At the frosty prints
It's really quite a shock
If you want to know what time it is
It's always nine o clock.
Written by
Jimmy silker
42
   Light House
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