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The things she sees

She saw a chicken on a motorbike, and spat at snakes that were about to strike, she sees a lot of things she doesn't like: once, it was Hitler standing in the room, a monkey paragliding to its doom, a glowing spectre creeping from a tomb, an ugly man who turned and dropped his pants, a horse and camel ate up all the plants, a legless cat and tortoise couldn't dance, a crocodile who smirked and smoked a pipe, a skinny dog in glasses tried to type - and now a row of butts that need a wipe and queen Victoria has come to tea! ...but on the best of days she knows I'm me...

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Date: 12/27/2024 6:02:00 AM
Jack, so sad is the journey into nothingness of a loved one, hard to handle their wierd images and thoughts, God Bless You ~
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Date: 12/22/2024 9:39:00 AM
Time, age and dementia are the aging process. It is hard to be there day after day and slowly see them this way. Take care my friend. love phyl
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Date: 9/16/2024 8:34:00 AM
We've all lost loved ones to that awful condition Jack, many will fully understand your poem. Hope you're keeping well. Tom
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Date: 9/16/2024 2:40:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your post. Creative way to go. We never know what confusion goes on in a person suffering from dementia until they talk to us. Thanks for sharing. Sara K
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