ill
Hold my hands
so i can stand
my legs no more
also very sore
sorry to be a bore
shaking hands
like shiver threads
go right to thy head
help me up again
walking sticks dicks
left to right so tight
find to shoot a toot
go back to a boot
take pain no gain
head spins in the rain
tried Chinese rule
said was a cure
i am not so sure
needles and pins
throw all in the bin
help thy needs
put to bed i see
fall asleep in a tree
dreams of thy see
wake up with sores
wipe me by the floor
feed my needs
full of seeds
make me sick
time to sleep
no more keep
send in home
to my weary stone
left to rot on a dot
my life goes along
with pain and song
Being ill with pain
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