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Whispering Hills Manor

The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain that lunch is late, and cold, the day is drear, the forecast is for everlasting rain. There's maybe one among them who is sane "but he's been deaf an age in either ear," the old folks in their wheelchairs still complain. They're not past noticing the pricks and pain that never make their boredom disappear. The forecast is for everlasting rain but that's just tedium, a dead refrain repeating like a casual stab of fear. The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain while looking out the window, past the stain of fingerprints the cleaning ladies smear. The forecast is for everlasting rain, but not a weatherman would dare maintain a storm could ever wash their prospects clear. The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain, the forecast is for everlasting rain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 11/10/2010 1:51:00 PM
Simply beautiful this poetry, a powerful write ! You must be proud of the recognition which you are recieving...congratulations ! much love, james
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Date: 11/10/2010 11:07:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through the first round of the Poetrysoup site contest Taylor. The best to you in the finals. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/8/2010 9:54:00 AM
Congratulations on your poem being featured this week Taylor. Love, Carol
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