... is the title of a song by Marvin Rainwater:
I've had every disease known to man,
From the African mumps to the dish pan hands,
Lost every race I ever ran,
I never ever got a start.
But even Marvin would defer to Frieda Hughes, I think, when it comes to having the blues. And, despite her difficulties, Hughes has written some fine poetry: Plath daughter puts her pain in poetry. (Hat tip, Rus Bowden, who also sends along links to an article and poems by Hughes:
What fowl deed is this? and Poems by Frieda Hughes.)
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