The calm demure of sixties fashion
give off vibes of “Carry On”
The streak of blue of nurses passing
hold respect as patients Mong

A trollies wheels hark forth the tablets
potions, pills and all there is.
For some their life hangs in the balance.
My nose is blocked, I’m in a TIZZ

I can’t complain, these Angels Halos
shine above their caring brows.
Never ones to show their egos.
These girls should make their parents proud.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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