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Brand New Joints

If I must run for my life, I’m a dead duck These old worn-out hips will give out quick Time came when my arthritis was undeniable When I walk now, I hear my knees click. I’m thinking I should consider replacements Those newfangled techniques are superb, I saw an old lady with brand new hip joints Kick an unwitting purse snatcher to the curb.
Written September 4, 2022

Copyright © L Milton Hankins

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