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Tuesday, February 3, 2015

a poem

I have a pulled muscle in my leg.
It’s a gentle sort of word,
pulled, like taffy, almost French.
It’s not like a kidney stone or a cataract,
or tennis elbow.
Rest is best
and ice.
No need to call the doctor
for a pulled muscle.  

Yorkshire, England

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