Aches and pains

I have an ache 
I tried to drown
with cups of tea

tried to win against
like playing a game

tried to bury by
pieces of toast.

I have a pain
I tried to quell
by stamping on

by rubbing with my hand 

by waving it away like
an annoying fly.

Nothing works I am
sorry to say - they are
with me - planned, roasted, stained, leavings
of the day.
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