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Stacy's Mum

 

She had never felt so lonely before,
was there no news yet, she'd a need to be sure,
waiting as time so reluctant tocked by,
like a lost child she sat and wondered why...
 
The surgeons were busy giving their all,
a broken hip to mend, such a task isn't small,
three hours they had said would see them done,
all the while she sat and thought of her mum...
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Mum

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