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Dancing with Prozac

a poem about drugs

Marguerite Floyd
Nov 2 · 2 min read

I line them all up every morning,
The Quinapril to keep the blood pressure steady
Piroxicam for the pain that eats my bones
There’s the low-dose aspirin to help my heart
The ginko for my memory
The B complex vitamins and Omega three for my mind
Melatonin for sleep
the unpronounceable Chinese herb that dampens the hot flashes.

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Marguerite Floyd

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writer, editor, poet, parrot person, author of four books (available on Amazon, of course)

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