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May 5, 2018

His fingers tampered with the remote control,

Evading the humiliation of calling for aid.

Each pressed button twinged his fragile thumb,

Paining him to drop the accursed item.

He did not bother to reach for it again,

But instead, he wipes his wrinkled brow,

And cleans his bi...

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