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Cradle To Grave
larrylark

She painfully drew to her full height
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clutching a Zimmer frame.
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Spoke softly, a name,
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“John Fitzsimmon’s,
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Head of Obstetrics,
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Royal Infirmary ‘46.
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Ask him. He pulled you out,
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whirled you round ,
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slapped you into this world,
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performed his magic trick,
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shouting “Breathe you bugger, quick.”
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Of which you would have
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known nothing save
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one brief feeling of spinning
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through air,
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on the way back
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to oblivion and dark earth.
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Years fall far away,
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and if by chance his skilled hands
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walked through this room,
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I’d shake him by his shoulders,
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meet unflinching his vacant stare,
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and thank him while he gazed
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from far beyond the grave.
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14 Nov 10

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Boring
 — unknown

love the last stanza--good stuff.

love L9.
it's all good, really.
 — mandolyn

Dear Boring


I recommend a brisk walk two pounds of laxatives a nipple jiggle cartwheel and a suppository, provided that you can spell it right and you will then know what boredom really is you arse faced bastard

Larry arse faced bastard Lark
 — larrylark

Hi mandolyn

Thank you for your continuing support . I feel i could truss you with my life

Larry untrustworthy Lark
 — larrylark

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