Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Poem Away repine, pendulum
Squeaky Wheel
Repine each day at pain in hand.
It’s more than I can stand.
I wait for docs.
Watch clocks.
Gets old.
Need to be bold
and yell, ”Please fix this now!”
So squeaky wheel gets greased somehow.
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