Tuesday, March 20, 2007


I played 18 holes of golf today and all of the aches and pains that I felt walking down the 18th fairway coupled with all of my usual stress about work, home, and everything else inspired me to write a poem then and there. Here it is:

I've got arthritis,
and uptightis,
Can't they make a pill
to make me allrightis?

What do you think?

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