She told the nurse,
Leave me alone
I’m trying to die here.
97 and a tiny little thing
97 and feisty as hell
97 and gone on
to wherever it is she wanted to go.
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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March 9, 2009 at 8:00 am
poeticgrin
In accordance to the prophecy.
March 17, 2009 at 8:21 am
poeticgrin
She told the Gay
Leave Me Be
I’m trying to sleep here.
30 and a tiny little thing
30 and feisty as hell
30 and gone on
to wherever it is she wanted to go
March 17, 2009 at 8:24 am
medicatedlady
Ha! I’m just like that feisty 97-year-old. Thanks for the compliment. You are the Parallelism King.