A heavy frost of one color
warms my countryside,
this new day presented,
a day without reckoning
is so presumed but not
expected as toil or not
begins all around me and
with all said and little done,
I waste away with these
thoughts of worrisome
wonder it might be or not
to have teeth reconstructed
when not in misery or any
real concern that merit such;
but, not benefiting as those
to whom a fee is paid each
month for services infrequently
provided until age has visited
the caverns or illumination
until stalactites drips their
poison down the throats of
those now burdened by these
relentless fees and costs in
order to remain healthy.
28Jan16
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