I feel completely and utterly destroyed
My doctor does not believe in me anymore
I have become a canumdrum
Since I'm moving I'm no longer his problem
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Thank you for reading my blog The pages within may have you running for grog Some started as letters that turned into poem Others are stories with a life of their own Time spent will not go to waste In the crisp mountain air the fire gains height Warmth and comfort on a heavenly night
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