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The Sun Rises, I Lay Me Down

It's seven A.M., the sun is up, the fields are covered in snow. I'm 57 years old, and sick, and I ought to know...' What ravages my body so?? Inflicts me witn such pain? I have pain meds I don't wish to use, They can lead to harder stuff, As far as i am concerned, Pain is but an awareness tool, To let us knoe we need help, And not there just for fun... And trust me, friend, Fun I have not... As I at last prefare for bed. Ugh.

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