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MessAge From a Care Home (?)Like Who Cares)
A.K.A. Dying Like a Dead guy...............
mine ayes have seen
the glory (of) the coming (of), dilaudid
(..................or maybe not )
(who's to say?)
hand trembles too much
damn too
much to
peck around
this this place
this place No Visitors
pleas.
Dis'Ease! (dis ease) !
cannot write
any more
any more (dying
for grief /
never to see You again
) making terminal
arrangements
most awk'ward
May never see any of You again
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
dkzk2020XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
mine ayes have seen
the glory (of) the coming (of), dilaudid
(..................or maybe not )
(who's to say?)
hand trembles too much
damn too
much to
peck around
this this place
this place No Visitors
pleas.
Dis'Ease! (dis ease) !
cannot write
any more
any more (dying
for grief /
never to see You again
) making terminal
arrangements
most awk'ward
May never see any of You again
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
dkzk2020XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Published 20th Jul 2020
| Edited 23rd Jul 2020
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20th Jul 2020 11:39pm
20th Jul 2020 11:47pm
20th Jul 2020 11:45pm
dan, if I could, I'd sneak into that care home and smuggle you back to the pub and buy you fish n chips and a pint
21st Jul 2020 2:56am
Anonymous
21st Jul 2020 10:45am
Just keep writing as much as you can to pass the time, Danny.
23rd Jul 2020 12:46pm
