Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Sunday, June 3, 2018
PAD 21 danger
What a Way to Go
My chair is broken, lacks a spring.
And it can be a funny thing,
When I tip back with feet in air
And I cannot get out of there.
And then blood rushes to my head.
Will this be how they find me dead?
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