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there is a storm brewling, / My body is speaking to me ~ listen to the ankes,and the knees. / A heating pad, the tiger balm, two little things that come in handy.
A storm is brewing ~ my body knows / regardless of the sun that shows. Within just a day or two ~ wind and rain will swing right thru.
I used to laugh ~ when my elders talked that way / now I am the one taking those hot baths. Nature has it's way of turning tables around / and making sure we keep our feet on the ground.
I am eating my words of childhood days / and wishing I had a bed made of straw and hay. Oh please forgive me for those childish ways / and please oh Lord / make my arthritis go away.
Give me back my knees of yesteryear ~ unlock my ankles andlet me once more hea//
COZ ~~ GOD IF THIS IS THE gOLDEN YEAS ~ THEN WHY IS IT, i AM REDUCED TO TEARS.
(C) A. J. ANGERSTEIN 04/2009.
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