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Updated on March 27, 2011

I go to the fridge and open the door.
Once I do it falls to the floor.
I want to kick it and throw it around.
I want to ball up my fist and simply pound.
My thoughts are racing, I dont know what to do.
Pick it up and put it back or squish it beneath my shoe.
This isnt the first time it has happened to me.
Its fallen before, many times you see.
And as my thoughts race and pull me into space,
Someone walks up with a disgusted look on their face.
I snap out of my daze, but my mind stays in haze.
The thing that dropped? Still in the floor.
It catches my foot as I head to the door.
My feet fly out and I land on my back.
Nothing around now, nothing but black.
I awake to find a doctor, a nurse, and an old woman clutching her purse.
The doctor seems stunned, the nurse does too, but the old woman comes close and says, "just look at you!"
I gaze around to find my place.
Then I notice my hairy face.
Could I have grown a beard in a day?
Whats happening here? Someone please say!
Then the olds womans eyes fill with tears.
She kisses my head then whispers, "You've been in a coma for thirty years..."


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