Twinge

The twinge

The twinge

Why must you

impinge upon me?

You cruel carresser

of muscle and sinew

Why do I mock

instead of assisting you?

If this is life

in the age to come

then I’m not sure

I want it!

Twinge

Thoughts

I was doing ok then I looked at a picture with a tilt of the head and put my back out again. Bring out the rack!

Here is me in a happier time.

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I TurnedI Turned - 19th April 2026
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