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When your head is full of this
Your mind needs more of this
What is it?
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(A Riddle)

Cure All
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Oh how my stomach aches
I’m not sure why my stomach aches
To fix it I’ll do what it takes
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This belly ache is messing up my plans
Doesn’t my belly know about my plans?
Can’t track why this began
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At work but just want to lay down my head
World please pause so I can lay down my head
What I wouldn’t give to be home in bed
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While I’m at work there’s little relief
While I’m at work can’t get much relief
Gonna get some fresh air, get rid of this grief
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I wander to the local retail
I find help at the local retail
Aaaaaahhhhh ginger ale.
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(A Blues Stanza)

The Stomach Bug (the reason this daily poem is delayed)
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Energy
drains from my body
like the light
leaves the day
slowly and steadily
destined to return.
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(A Shadorma Poem)