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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

Date: 10/31/2018 3:25:00 PM

Ouch! ~ gw

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/12/2018 9:04:00 PM

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

W.A. Cholt
Date: 10/13/2018 5:17:00 PM

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

Jan Allison

Date: 10/12/2018 4:55:00 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
Date: 10/13/2018 5:06:00 PM

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