Tremors and Shakes

by

J. M. Hallett

He hoed many a row
When he was but a kid
Throughout his formative years
That’s just what he did
And planes, they oft flew low
Spraying insecticides on the crop
But never did he shed his hoe
Never did he stop
He just breathed it in
That’s simply how it was done
But perhaps that's why he shakes so now
At the age of fifty-one

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Why don't you look at Jealousy
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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