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Old Folks Home

At the old folks home 
Where every one 
Is either deaf 
Or senile, 
I speak my mind quite openly. 


           W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.

            12/10/18

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Gershon Wolf

October 31, 2018 at 3:25 PM

Ouch! ~ gw

Kim Rodrigues

October 12, 2018 at 9:04 PM

Love the contrast! How easy lips move, wanting to be heard but perhaps glad you are not...no regrets! ;)

W.A. Cholt

October 13, 2018 at 5:17 PM

Thanks Kim, better to regret the things we said than the things we didn't say. Particularly the important stuff.

Jan Allison

October 12, 2018 at 4:55 PM

Made me smile as it is rather like my mum's care home ... but its scary to think one day I could be like that - already have hearing loss and I'm getting forgetful I keep repeating myself , I'm getting forgetful, I'm getting forgetful:-( hugs jan xx

W.A. Cholt

October 13, 2018 at 5:06 PM

Thanks Jan, I suffer a little from forgetfulness myself. I put it down to having too much on my mind.

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