Got to rise

Nap was lovely, Penny called had a small wreck, Went to sleep at the wheel, Could nit sleep like usually in hospital garbage twenty-two below, Was cold driving too, Fell asleep at wheel, Nearly sixty, No break in fifteen years, No meds last few nights, It’s the drugs that allow her to stand and workContinue reading “Got to rise”

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