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Father rests fingers within his hair
Mother overcome with too much to bear
I sit in this thick puddle
My flesh bare
You are but a shadowed figure
Enjoying what's rare
We beg and mourn
For medical care
Do something
Thursday 2nd August 2018 7:01 am
What if the NHS was one of us?
No home, no job, just 12 good friends.
Betrayed by one who swore they never would.
Died too soon for pointless reasons.
What if God the NHS was one of us?
Sunday 7th April 2013 4:13 pm
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