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My Itch

It started out as tiny as a half grain of sand. An itch in my finger in my most leftist hand. I scratched it and clawed it; now it is down to my knee. This gigantic welt of an itch will be the death of me!

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Line Gauthier

Date: 5/27/2021 7:40:00 PM

lovely rhyme ~

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/28/2021 10:54:00 AM

Thank you Line. I was in the rhyming mood.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/27/2021 6:38:00 PM

Sounds like you need a shot of Benydril (?) I had an itch around one of my fingernails just like that one night. I couldn't get it to stop no matter what I did. It either went away or I went to sleep scratching.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/28/2021 10:54:00 AM

I despise these little itches.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/27/2021 1:57:00 PM

i know the feeling and totally empathize! hope it goes away, caren...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/28/2021 10:55:00 AM

I should have been writing about the 13 woodticks on my back; I made this one up, but I was thinking about them. My prissy husband was screaming with anxiety as he removed them. Hard telling how many weeks they had been feeding off me.