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another rather boring psychiatric poem
heard someone call out my
name on the street
and I turned around and there
was this guy from the ward
who could be pretty violent
walking towards me
and he said hey I love you man
and for the first time
in oh, such a long time
I felt good about
what
I did...
Published 8th Jun 2016
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8th Jun 2016 3:34am
Oh Paul, I want to cry.
I imagine what you do,
and how hard it is. So,
for that to happen was
a gift.
I imagine what you do,
and how hard it is. So,
for that to happen was
a gift.
8th Jun 2016 1:02pm
began training in '83, eager as
a bunny. walked away last year, like
life had out foxed me...
brilliant days and horrible days - oh, yes
and I met my wife there ! (brilliant
day, he hastens to add...:)
a bunny. walked away last year, like
life had out foxed me...
brilliant days and horrible days - oh, yes
and I met my wife there ! (brilliant
day, he hastens to add...:)
8th Jun 2016 6:30am
There ye go> I actually know-it-well (25yrs in the Joint Of Very Loose Ends),
well
stated,
mate
well
stated,
mate
8th Jun 2016 1:05pm
8th Jun 2016 9:26am
The perfect follow on from from yesterday's poem and glad there is a big upside as well.
8th Jun 2016 1:11pm
I've always believed that the up side
must be in equal proportion to the
down side, or else someone's been messing
with the architect's notes...
must be in equal proportion to the
down side, or else someone's been messing
with the architect's notes...
