Precious 10 Minutes - by
The GP stands at the door of his room,
/ shakes my hand, asks me how I am.
/ I always smile and say…
The GP stands at the door of his room,
/ shakes my hand, asks me how I am.
/ I always smile and say…
When I was least happy in life
/ my daughter led me across the road
/ to a neighbour whom I did not know
/ with…
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