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Break a Leg
>It is a well-known fact in the theatre world. Telling someone to break a leg before they go on stage is considered good luck. I certainly do not think it should be. It’s funny how you never appreciate how people suffer with an injury or ailment unless you experience it yourself, am I right or not? Break a leg! Lucky or not? Another night, I have of no sleep. Comfort, I just cannot seek. If only my leg did not pain me so. I am sure to sleep, my brain cell would go. Why is it when you hurt somewhere? The pain always registers elsewhere! I mean. Break a bone in your leg, you see. No weight can it bear agree? Then in your head, more pain flows Why? When that’s not hurt you know! It is not really blinking fair. If leg is bad, pain should stay there. Not wander up to my brain cell. No wonder I don’t feel blinking well. Two places now on blinking fire. I might as well, now to bed retire. But if I do, will I be able to sleep? As all over my body, my pain does creep And bless, no, I cannot blinking sleep. I wrote this poem, ten days ago. When I did feel a little bit low. Still, my pen’s ink did flow. And this is what it wrote you know. Now I wear a Moon Boot, it’s true. It firms my leg, I’m telling you. And I can walk with crutches two. As that’s what I was told to do. Another five weeks to go. Then I might shed this Moon Boot you know . But then, will I from Earth flow. As Moon Boots are quite heavy, you know. And that’s the lot from me today. As this is all I want to say. About that medical Moon Boot. Supporting my broken foot today.<
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