While working out this morning, I recalled
a plan I made three days ago. I told
myself these minor aches that often mauled
my head around my portside temple should
receive a doctor’s care. I’m not enthralled
with intervention, medical or not,
but if persistent, my resisting’s bald.
My body must have heard, for I behold
no signs today I need be overhauled.

(Magic 9)

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