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Go With It

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I woke today
to find a life
but found instead
I was almost dead.

What did I do?
Where did I go?
I dozed back to sleep
in bed you know.

Later, time it drug,
I had to hurry,
but I couldn’t scurry,
So I moved as though a slug.

I couldn’t fight this one bit,
therefore I concede,
to sit and read,
and alas just go with it.


By L. M. Montes

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