Lost Voice
I had no choice
I lost my voice
My throat is gravel rough.
I squeak and moan
I heave and groan
I've really had enough.
I'm here at home
All alone
And feeling somewhat blue.
I cannot talk
I'll take a walk
I need a change of view.
Joy Weare.
3rd September, 2007.
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