Lying down, ceiling above, relaxed, dreaming of love ignoring the little sound of nurses rushing around still exuding gentle calm quick check on left arm mind wanders back to lover quikly forget helping another really, no reason to fret if this the treatment you get Quite easy, this doing good So join me. Give Blood!
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Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2003
Awwwwww...the nurses got you going did they? Ha ha ha! ... This was very creative....and proves where a mans head is most of the time...Ha ha!
It irks me as noone wants mine ( on too many meds)...and I have a rare blood type as well.
Nowt can be done, as they say over here.
I like your poem :)
~Chrissie
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Awwwwww...the nurses got you going did they? Ha ha ha! ... This was very creative....and proves where a mans head is most of the time...Ha ha!
Thanks,
Emilie
many meds also..but I would if
I could. Thanks for the reminder..
It could save a life...
~~Linda~~
Nowt can be done, as they say over here.
I like your poem :)
~Chrissie
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