I remember when all I popped was a Flintstone vitamin.
-- quote from Poet
is it Friday already; my pill box says so how many Fridays have fallen into my palm. my nickname is Friday, and I pop my morning pills, interminably mindful of ginkgo-biloba and the rest; pillage of my youth. left for the book sale; to drop off books and pick up more from the library floor. ancient you must think. watch me amble row to row; I’m not a Spring chicken; I’m wintering in the sun; wandering; wondering if pills are squandered on me. oh yes, one more thing I have to…ahem…go
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