justfred
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Post by justfred on Oct 9, 2011 17:36:13 GMT
When my sleep is restless I dream of you
Elisabeth my love
I wake with teary eyes
basking in our old love
but then I remember your smile
and it takes away my strength
so I can no longer cry
then I call for Chad
the only male nurse here
who's not gone private
to get me out of bed
and I realise why I woke
I hate lying in my own mess
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Post by Daphne on Oct 10, 2011 10:51:26 GMT
The closing line is a killer, fred. I know just how you feel. Once I had this Lamb Vindaloo and I follishly took some sleeping pills afterwards... Well, you can guess the rest: I had to have my bed incinerated. But at least it meant I could buy a new bed, the old one's springs were all shot to b*ggery through over-use.
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Post by johnny nobody on Oct 10, 2011 16:59:34 GMT
I liked this, it's very moving and please accept my sympathy in your predicament. Please read my new poem as I think it will cheer you up to know that others suffer for love as well.
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Post by alex on Oct 11, 2011 9:13:00 GMT
I'm so glad you had the time to write another poem, Freddie. Give my regards to Alison and Chad.
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Post by Daphne on Oct 17, 2011 17:58:50 GMT
I am excited about Fred; he is a genius despite his incontinence.
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justfred
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Post by justfred on Nov 1, 2011 12:02:28 GMT
I have written a few new poems after this so please read them as my poetry is what keeps me from going mad in the ward when the nurses eat my breakfast.
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Post by annettecurtain on Nov 2, 2011 15:25:03 GMT
Very moving. Full of a motion.
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Post by Daphne on Nov 2, 2011 16:27:54 GMT
I suppose incontinence is a form of perpetual motion. I must try and use that it a poem. It's very good, for off-the-cuff.
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