never being able to lie still,
having
restless leg syndrome,
something we
used to call the Jimmy Leg.
but i couldn't get to sleep
with her lying
there and her leg shaking all night
with a mind of its own.
round and around it went.
the thought suddenly came to me
that if i put her foot
into a bucket of cream,
that i'd have butter by morning.
but she wouldn't go for it,
and screamed.
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