Excellent a poem Oliver OutSane by Bill Schott

Each afternoon I fade away and wake with just a little gray hair, where it used to be brown. Tomorrow I will trim it off and try to stop this hacking cough- ing; thing is, I am strapped down.   Author Notes Thanks to booklotto for use of the image

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