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When you look at me what do you see?

A right arm that isn’t quite free.

It moves when it shouldn’t and not when it should.

You may also notice my movements are slow

Not always sure where they’re wanting to go.

My face may be deadpan, my speech may be low.

This disease is progressive, no cure yet found.

Diligent research is making up ground.

With hope for tomorrow we go on each day.

For each sufferer, carer and researcher I pray

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