Ward 6
Pain
gloomy
in their eyes
i saw and felt.
Bed one, two and more
men, women in white gowns
coming to and fro, caring.
In bed seven i saw, Daisy
gorgeous and alive, you can't expect
she'd be here needing a neurosurgeon.
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