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I watch them come and go All pretend love and fake smiles With the odd little genuine moment As their tears flow for miles Prison camp The Willows nursing home As to us its affectionately known The place for useless old sloths Who watch a screen and sit all alone Lunch time then regular medication Sometimes an afternoon nap I try not to do that myself though I’m still to young for that crap Then again who am I kidding With my legs like jelly in a bowl And a double chin hiding cobwebs I’m as stiff as a telegraph pole A young nurse reminds me of me Vivacious and full of life The only difference being of course Is I had a husband while she has a wife David is coming in soon My son and my little solider Everytime I see him these days He looks that little bit older Mackerel on toast for dinner Not really my cup of tea Jam stuffed in a large bulbous doughnut Now that would do for me Just having a sip of tea The last thing I can just about do Thinking of the pleasant thought That you’ll be here one day to
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May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
The Willows nursing home
I watch them come and go All pretend love and fake smiles With the odd little genuine moment As their tears flow for miles Prison camp The Willows nursing home As to us its affectionately known The place for useless old sloths Who watch a screen and sit all alone Lunch time then regular medication Sometimes an afternoon nap I try not to do that myself though I’m still to young for that crap Then again who am I kidding With my legs like jelly in a bowl And a double chin hiding cobwebs I’m as stiff as a telegraph pole A young nurse reminds me of me Vivacious and full of life The only difference being of course Is I had a husband while she has a wife David is coming in soon My son and my little solider Everytime I see him these days He looks that little bit older Mackerel on toast for dinner Not really my cup of tea Jam stuffed in a large bulbous doughnut Now that would do for me Just having a sip of tea The last thing I can just about do Thinking of the pleasant thought That you’ll be here one day to
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Chaz2296
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
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