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HOW LOW CAN YOU GET?
weak ankles took me to a clinic
in the nineteen fifties.
Mum worrying enough for us both
low chairs for kids
alice in wonderland
long stinking corridors
the grim reaper in white coat
sun shining through crittall windows
brave new world.
I couldn't speak for fear
they surrounded me like interrogators
that was the nineteen fifties
sixty years later
an oste...
Sunday 8th May 2016 9:24 pm
THEY LAUGH IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES
They laugh in all the wrong places
turn life into a joke
often the joke is on you
but the laugh is paramount
the humour is gone
but the malady lingers on..
Wednesday 14th October 2015 1:31 pm
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