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Living with chronic conditions is not easy, hosting one’s own pity party, feeling somewhat queasy, longing for those light and breezy days of easy peasy! Jan. 6, 2019 for Silent One's Threesome Poetry Contest

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Joseph May

Date: 1/14/2020 7:05:00 PM

Dropping back with my Congrats on your win Andrea..

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/14/2020 2:02:00 PM

- Congratulations so much on your winning poem :) - // Anne-Lise

Line Gauthier

Date: 1/12/2020 5:43:00 PM

Lovely on the surface, Andrea. Too bad about the underlying reality of living with pain though... Hugs, Line xx

Silent One

Date: 1/12/2020 7:42:00 AM

If only, but sadly when we have such conditions these days are long gone... Congrats on your placement in the contest..

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 1/12/2020 12:55:00 PM

not if the supplements I am using finally DO THE JOB. I remain ever hopeful. Thanks for the placement, Silent One.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/9/2020 7:47:00 AM

Makes perfect sense. I wish this was over for you my friend.

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 1/7/2020 4:27:00 PM

Well said Andrea. The health issues can get a person down and make them want the easy peasy again. love phyl

Vijay Pandit

Date: 1/7/2020 7:03:00 AM

Well expressed, Andrea--many share those feelings.

John Watt

Date: 1/6/2020 11:36:00 PM

So many rhymes! This is both cute and wistful, Andrea. Glad you entered SO's contest, you fit so much into 3 lines! ~ J

Joseph May

Date: 1/6/2020 8:59:00 PM

I like how you rhymed them all Andrea, Best wishes

Eve Roper

Date: 1/6/2020 8:56:00 PM

You look so health, but I do know you are having health issues. May the Lord lay his hands on you. Nicely written, good luck in the contest. Hugs Eve

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 1/7/2020 3:32:00 PM

thanks,I am the perfect picture of health except with an alien body given to me by the doctor who had me take prolia injections for two years before i stopped cold turkey and never went back to him. I feel as if wind is blowing on my back half the time and my mouth is constantly changing. today at this moment it feels like wool. Other times it can feel like plastic. sometimes I can barely stand it, right now I can tolerate it. Weirdest stuff that nobody in the world seems to have experienced except myself.

Line Gauthier

Date: 1/6/2020 8:40:00 PM

Good one, Andrea. Charming poem.

Ann Foster

Date: 1/6/2020 8:23:00 PM

This was light and beautiful... and I am sending you prayers and kind thoughts of flowers... well written my friend. You are a wonderful poet. Ann

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 1/6/2020 8:10:00 PM

This one is great! Any time we try to invite others to our pity party we realize everyone has “things.” Nevertheless hugs to you, dear friend!