I was at the park with my friends and we were playing on this thing where two people sit on it and you rock back and fourth. So my friends sat on it and person one had the brilliant idea of to tie their sleeves to the handel so then they won't fall off. Person 2 helped him tie them and he was holding him in place so he wouldn't move but he let go anf person one fell off and hit the sand on his back and me and person two died lagging at person one!😂😂😂
Fifteen beds. Fifteen charts with names, Fifteen people without a family tree. Fifteen bodies for whom torture is medicine and pills. Beds over which the crimson blood of ages spills. Fifteen bodies that want to live here. Thirty eyes seeking quietness. Bald heads that gape from out of the prison. The holiness of the suffering, which is none of my business. The loveliness of the air, which day after day Smells of strangeness and carbolic. The nurses that carry thermometers Mothers who grope after a smile. Food is such a luxury here. A long, long night, and a brief day. But anyway, I don't want to leave The lighted rooms and the burning checks, Nurses who leave behind them only a shadow To help the little sufferers. I'd like to stay here, a small patient, Waiting the doctor's daily round, Until, after a long, long time, I'd be well again. Then I'd like to live And go back home again.
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