Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Clean Month! Move Down!

September's Here

With the arrival of a new moth also comes a new genre of poem. Each poem this month will have a very specific similarity. Can you find it?

Delving into a few bizarre events,
I sought out a doctor who could make sense
And give a name to this problem I fought,
Giving me hope that a cure could be sought.
Neurologists thought a nerve had been pinched,
Off to a surgeon, who at numbness flinched,
Suspecting a thing far more hideous.
Its name is now truly insidious.
Such is life with, "Multiple Sclerosis."
-Josh Evitt, 2019-

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