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	<title>Week of 10/01/12</title>
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		<title>At the Hospial</title>
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		<description> Limbo-land, halfway house

where past and future disconnect;

a place of wheeled-in beds and bed-ridden age

full of bleeps and tubes and monitors. 
 And waiting for nurses, waiting for visitors

waiting for lost dignity to return;

a place of moans and mops and closing curtains

and strangers with gloved hands; 
 and frail bodies murmuring to nobody.

A timeless place were day and night

drip by in a daze of formless thought,

were the hardy brave a zimmer-frame 
 and the weak are levered into wheelchairs

like wrinkled children devoid of joy.

Our visit punctuates the stale hours

with proffered grapes and chocolate.  ... more  </description>
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		<title>At the Hospital</title>
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		<description> Limbo-land, halfway house

where past and future disconnect;

a place of wheeled-in beds and bed-ridden age

full of bleeps and tubes and monitors. 
 And waiting for nurses, waiting for visitors

waiting for lost dignity to return;

a place of moans and mops and closing curtains

and strangers with gloved hands; 
 and frail bodies murmuring to nobody.

A timeless place were day and night

drip by in a daze of formless thought,

were the hardy brave a zimmer-frame 
 and the weak are levered into wheelchairs

like wrinkled children devoid of joy.

Our visit punctuates the stale hours

with proffered grapes and chocolate.  ... more  </description>
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