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Breath of Life

when the flow is low and you have no go with only a pint of air and no energy to spare that’s no county fair filling up with daily meds daily weight wearing Teds puffing uphill doesn’t fit the bill surgical scars from going thru the mill getting frequent flyer miles wasn’t a thrill can’t get into a cruising gear sluggish and sputter every year no overdrive, most often will idle potent diuretics act like a tidal pacing is set, my heart has a bridle ignition will turn and plugs will fire but can’t seem to get out of the mire a rebuilt engine would spice up the body fine tuning precision that’s not shoddy now for the throttle cough, Oh lordy!

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