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Written for Away in ... poetry contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
06/29/23
Away in an asylum No release from his bed Poor Fred can't escape The loud voice in his head The medic’s crowd round By the bed where Fred lay They admit they can’t help There's no treatment today Doctors are convinced He’s not mentally ill So they cannot assist him There’s no magic pill The voice they discover Belongs to Fred’s wife She’s so overbearing And causes great strife Docs are in agreement That they fear for Fred’s life He’ll stay with them fee free To escape from his wife! Fred loves the asylum He lives there to this day If his wife comes to visit Staff just turn her away!
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