Elizabeth Grant Poems
I'm a Luddite - me!
A Touch on the Shoulder
by Elizabeth Grant
Slow to rise
Even slower dressed.
Shrivelled in thought
Reaching for the St. John's Wort.
Longing for my life back
In a-popping Prozac blister pack.
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