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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The day you hurt your head The Second time ill in bed The Ghastly shade of gray you turned the time your hand you burned The week you spent in hospital The surgery they said was vital Another bout of chicken pox And all the cuts bruises and bumps I worried about you then I worry when i do not know whether you are ill or well Its just a part of another day The first time you went away Without your voice to make me happy all along you laugh and sing oblivious to the bees harsh sting But i worry enough for both of us Through autumn summer winter and spring do pass Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 'Tis |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~WP,...I can relate I suppose. I do enough worrying for everyone I know, enough for the next few years. hahe. This poem is sweet, while the other is oblivious to the worries and just living and laughing *sigh*. I enjoyed this. Well done. Take care. *Peace. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Walter, another nice one, and I know that ever worried feeling, my daughter and her children do it to me. Can make you crazy some days. Take care Catalinamoon |
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