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Stacy's Mum
She had never felt so lonely before,
was there no news yet, she'd a need to be sure,
waiting as time so reluctant tocked by,
like a lost child she sat and wondered why...
The surgeons were busy giving their all,
a broken hip to mend, such a task isn't small,
three hours they had said would see them done,
all the while she sat and thought of her mum...
...
Tuesday 2nd August 2011 5:02 pm
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