Tag: health
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I have no idea what this poem means
You cannot heal me with your broken words, smothered by your good intentions all renewal withers. I shall be well when the taste of life explodes in my heart like sherbet on a tongue. I am not your responsibility, I am my own I cultivate my own garden and what pleases me shall flourish you…
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Ode to a Lapband – or, I’m having the Op
I’m off for my op in the morning no eating from midnight tonight so I’m giving you all a fair warning without morning coffee I might not act right i may be cranky and grumpy just know that it’s not the real me forgive my looking so frumpy morning coffee is what makes me serene…
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No Cheese
No cheese for you she shook her head you need to eat green things instead and so I feeling sly added green food colouring dye! © ceenoa
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