I have a Chiropractor I’ve been going to see for a few years now. He’s a great guy, and we get along because we both swear like troopers, like books (he only has time for Audiobooks at the moment), and we like music. When I had my incident at work in January, I told him, and he was heart-broken. You could see it on him. He told me later, that I should write some song lyrics about how I felt. I never thought about it very much. I gave up writing poetry after I wrote my ROBIN HOOD poem back when I was 19. (In case I haven’t mentioned it, it was 212 pages, in ballad form, and what one would actually call a “poetic novel.”)
So I forgot to write the song. And then the next month came around, and with it, my next appointment, and, well, I remembered that he wanted a song from me. Isn’t it funny how that works? He didn’t say tha…
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