A Sudden Illness. With a thud my soul Landed on the floor. Shingles damned pain. Got nothing to do with Me, let the body ache. Pretended that I was a Butterfly, but decided That I was a bumblebee On short wings I flew to The neighbours garden And pollinated his female Offspring. My sailor soul Got off the floor and said: That's more like it, don't Feel so bloody sorry for Yourself.
Reason for writing:
well, i'm feeling better now and can smile about it.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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