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!

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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