AGING

On By PenAndPaperStoriesblogIn Poetry, Uncategorized

What did I do?
I moved.
What did I feel?
Pain.
What does this mean?
Age sucks!
Who is my friend?
Ice.
Who is my best friend?
Ibuprofen.
Why?
My knee was mad.
THE END

 

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