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The Care Carers are fifteen years younger than you. They stop in for your boy, they shower your mother not looking, they unpeg and bring in the laundry. Carers have learned the bad-smelling jobs, and soak them as they chat. Brown pivot stains shame a veteran - - Old age is eventually a cat which starts on the brain of its prey so the words come with a delay and finally hardly at all. Children, years younger again always knew the nuance of the words, the scratchy pants, and the Latin. Grown ups twist as the modern Approaches down gravel, down the flight-plan, the airy and the arch, the judgemental in starch ampoule-filled as their hatches open. More friends of mine now face that one So glory to Nurse Cavell, the Nurse Kenny, Doctor Flynn, and the sans-frontiersmen: I brace for my turn of white cotton and my headstone POET SO FAR then.
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