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HOSPITAL SUMMER
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ABSTRACT POEMS The wheels roll softly over
the brown linoluem tile floor
Brookline seems a whole world away.
I cant play,
Here I do stay.
There are no smiles.
A fact I cant ignore.
Sometimes, I want to cry,
I ask why.
Here, I must stay for weeks two.
I cant go home it's true.
I'm blue
Yes, true. Not a lot for me to do.
Nothing to see on TV. Dont want to look at a book,.
Nobody calls on the phone. Im alone.
The days seem to flow like a river to the sea.
Why is this happening to me?.
