The X-ray still shows a few traces,
Between the bone a couple spaces.
I have learned my lesson though,
About looking for love,
In all the wrong places.
Hopefully, the healing went quickly and well, Walt. This reminds me of when I broke my ankle while cycling down the mountain two years ago. It took 71 days before I was able to get on the bike again. Needless to say, I am being a lot more careful these days. Love and peace,
Walt, you can still look for love in all the wrong places if you have a mind to -- just do not permit your arm to get trapped within all of the joy, and broken! -- how big was her husband? -- glad your healing up my friend -- may peace and love be always with you -- Jon Michael
Damn,if that x-ray is yours, for real, you surely DID break that bone...but you can still type, one handed, hunt and peck as it were...love to hear the story behind that break...sounds like a dowsy...Ed
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