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It's six months since I was told
That Parkinson's was my ill
It's taken over all I have
It's made me very ill

It's taking its time to get use to
And sort out all the pills 
As they make me feel so sick
I can't do nothing at all

My body aches from top to toe 
And I feel stiff as a board
I find it hard to stand and walk
I wobble over the floor

He plays away with my mined
He moves my things all day
He's so annoying to have around
He  confuses me all day

I make a drink and sit and rest
A nice coffee will do
But by the time I get to sit 
A latte I do have 

I shake a bit and Tremble
And do the Rock and roll
I have no need to exercise
He does it all 

The morning passes by 
Iv done nothing at all
I sit here and think 
How much I have to do

The morning has been wasted
And lunch time. Has arrived
My appetite has long gone
I hardly eat a crumb 

But Mr Parky as I call him
He can go to hell
He isn't going to take my life
And all the things I love

He's a strange man he is
He lets me have a while 
Of feeling good and healthy
Just for a few hours

I start to think What can I do , 
there's so much I have missed 
Il bake a cake and make some jam 
And enjoy the afternoon

Then he's back he gets so bored
He starts all over again
He think its funny 
And that he will win 
He just won't leave me alone

But he's got a big surprise 
I'm tougher than he thinks 
No way will he keep bullying me
As I want to live

So when he comes and he is bored 
I'm going to give him a surprise 
 I'm going to kick him up his ass
And give him a taste of my life, 


Sue gage ??
A Parkinson's suffer

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