This little poem speaks for itself and my left leg…
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Thigh muscles
My left leg wants to stay in bed,
dragging behind my restless head
off for a morning walk.
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Everyday poems
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This little poem speaks for itself and my left leg…
.
Thigh muscles
My left leg wants to stay in bed,
dragging behind my restless head
off for a morning walk.
.
.
.
Oh dear, what happened? I know a great physio….