Arthur
Good old Arthur he follows meHe brings to my attention
He truly is my friend
He wants to follow
Where ever I go
Because of him
My shoes are made special
With holes in my soles
I make room for him
He takes me to joints
Helps me walk with a cane
He knows the pain I'm in
He loves me just the same
He'll never let me down
He's there for me everyday
He's my arthritis
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