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I was baby-sitting years ago and found this poem of my experiences, combined with my own memories.

Sadness.

Something lyrical and structured for a change.

Inspired by Allen Moore, gallows humor and coffee.

I looked in my pool at night.

I took the time to relax, close my eyes one day and thought this up.

A reflection on my illness, the diagnosis and the music that made me face my fate.