Chronic fatigue syndrome
By Grannyrosie
Woodn ya know it. I knew I would blow it. Me eyes woodn stay open, agin. This fatigue syndrome is killing, Although I am willing, Sleep invades at the slightest wee whim. Met a guy wot I like, We went for a hike, Admirin va beauty from va top of a íll’. If it weren’t for the fact, That é adda get back, Me sleepin would ave ím there still. Went out onna date, Va feelin woz great, Fancy restrawnt, the finest qzine. Before va entrée woz served, Me éad nodded an swerved, Such hembarressment u’ve never seen. Adda go find a job, Coz me money woz low, Va man at va job search office was kind. But, é grinned when é knew, Wot me eyeballs will do. Mattress testing is a job I wont find. Wish there woz an ansa, To me unwanted coma. I cant keep a job, or a man. Should u ave a clue, As ta wot I can do, If ya can wake me, Please tell me the plan. Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 09:26 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 14
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