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How Do I Continue?

My every muscle hurts.
I fight my eyes for sight.
It seems my day just starts...I blink
and once again it's night.

Just let me please lie down my head.
I must just be too weak.
How can I accomplish all I must
when a nap is all I seek?
I burn the proverbial candle
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Brian Dorn 15 August 2006
Mary, this is sooooo well done. I love the line about smelling the roses... great poem! ! Brian
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Kia Seales 07 March 2006
OMG mary you are a GREAT writer keep up the Great work Superman
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham 23 October 2005
Mary-I can relate so well to this poem. It really moved me. I love your style of writing and can tell you write from the heart.
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Louise Bizzari 13 October 2005
Mary.....very nice indeed! Imaginative substance in quite a prolific description that denotes familiar impediments yet allows one a cryptic camouflag of arcane identities denied yet restored through prima facie dissimulation, prevarication and of course very good imagination! With kind thoughts, Louise Bizzari
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Ernestine Northover 13 October 2005
I know that feeling Mary, it seems it's with one permanently. It's worse as you get older, time just disappears between day and night. Very nice poem to read. Sincerely Ernestine
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Uriah Hamilton 13 October 2005
Hang in there, Mary, I'm rooting for you!
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