Some days I wake up twice a day,
"What she saying?" i hear you say,
Well listern closely as i try to explaine,
I'm hoping things won't always be the same.
I go to bed early to try to look better,
But my fella he sweat's and gets wetter and wetter,
So I finaly give in and jump out of bed,
With the hope that a bit later no more sweat he will shed.
As I try to pass some time till my next retire,
I sit at my puter...ohh some sleep I require
I'm sat here right now between my two sleeps,
Writing this poem hoping one of you relates.
Now if it wasn't for Soul Cysters what would we do?
With all this spare time, I just aint got a clue!
So this poem is not just about my sweaty fella,
It's more about greatfullness for which i will be forever,
Without Soul Cysters I would be tired and depressed,
Not knowing about my illness - not knowing whats best,
So thankyou Kat Carney for your time and your patience,
You made me fell like I'm not one of God's worst creation's.
all my love jo x x x x x x xxx x x
THANKYOU !!!!! 
Hey girls 
