Thought Wheel

From the mind of Ann Chiappetta

Eleven and Twelve

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Eleven

 

Stomach meds, Gatorade

Exhaustion

 

Overcoming the worst has not yet happened.

There’s always tomorrow.

 

Twelve

 

Rumbly in the tumbley

A toot or two

A bit more energy and

Less aches to get me through

 

The doctor mentioned

This is the winter

That needs to end.

It’s true

I really need to get back to writing poems

about things other than

tummy trouble.

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