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this home health care family I'm working with really bums me out.
Mostly the mom bums me out.
she's very into being defined by her sordid past and living as the victim of it in the present.
It seems so weak to me.
so, out comes snarly poem!
a flare of fisted passion against weakness!
(Ol whizzy'll have my hide on this one!)
thanks fer readin it though Child.