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                                     CHARLENE... CHARLENE

                        A nurse like Charlene in case you didn't know
                              Always feels good and never is low
                            Her beautiful style is very contagious
                         It makes a dead man feel wild and courageous

                             If you ever feel down or totally out
                            Just call on her and look at her snout
                            Somehow she's got this personal style
                         That makes you feel good and silently smile

                              So do not forget to go and see her
                        Because her personal touch will make you purr
                              But never however call her in vain
                           She'll blast you out... causing you pain

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                                     NOT YOUNG... NOT OLD

                            Opposite this wall through windows dim
                               Completely grey and fairly slim
                             There was this man not young not old
                             Reflecting thoughts sincere and bold

                              Another day in the same old trend
                                 Seems to linger without end
                              One of those... the same old past
                             With belly-aches that last and last

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                                       BRIGHTFULL CHEER

                       No name-tag at all but smokes for two
                                      Playing the game of who is who
                       At one time she gave a name with an A
                              But who can remember when old and grey

                       Whatever it is... I could not care
                              I am only watching her figure and hair
                       Definitely cheerful and a face to match
                                A joyful pleasure worthwile to catch

                       A smile from heaven a joy for men
                                 Too bad I am sick and tied to a can
                       However... however some day in time
                                 I might be reborn and stand in line

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                                       ETERNAL HEART

                      Yes... dear Brenda for every deed
                              Your hands are used for fashion and need

                      And in your life and its short duration
                             They are your hands... but God's donation

                      They are on loan as a priceless possession
                            To use for work in your healing profession

                      They are Nature's gift for love to share
                             And they definitely make a beautiful pair

                      For in your life still young and smart
                                  The actions of hands form your heart

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                                STEAL A ROSE TO SAVE YOUR NOSE

                        In this nice and shiny can
                              You'll find the remains of a living man
                        Many trips and straight direction
                                          Accumulated this collection

                        The smell will travel mighty high
                                      When you open up the lid to eye
                        And never in this earth domain
                                      Will your nose be just the same

                        I the accomplish... I am your friend
                               And possibly drive you around the bend
                        But if it wasn't for me and others many
                                 This hospital would not make a penny

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                                          WATER GIRL

                                A smile as bubbly as a stream
                            Yes... she's certainly worth a scream

                              So yell for water sprinkling fresh
                             To soak your drying tongue and flesh

                                She is the favorite water girl
                            That takes your heart just for a swirl

                          With her to improve you don't need a pill
                            Just call on her... you certainly will

                              In every hostipal corridor or hall
                                She has a drink welcome to all

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                                      JEANETTE THE STAR

                             Many a night at hours late
                                           All I do is wait and wait
                             For this shining star to reappear
                                  To shine so brilliant and so clear

                             A pleasant laugh completely free
                                     For all the patients and for me
                             May this pleasing brightful star
                                    Shine her light for long and far

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                                        NEW YEAR WISH

                               May this place for ever and ever
                        See doctors and nurses more clever than clever
                        And that they never feel the slightest bit odd
                        To ask for assistance from their boss and God

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                                         NEW DAY

                                On this morn as any other day
                                I just get up and slowly pray
                              And every day I'm greyer and older
                           My beliefs are growing bolder and bolder

                                 Somehow deep within my brain
                             There is this force with mighty gain
                              And I use this inspirational force
                            To find my start... to find my source

                                I somehow hope from now on in
                              I'll walk this path so razor thin
                              Please send me lots of inspiration
                             For this short life and its duration

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                                         WATER - GIRL

                                A smile as bubbly as a stream
                            Yes... she's certainly worth a scream

                              So yell for water sprinkling fresh
                             To soak your drying tongue and flesh

                                She is the favorite water girl
                            That takes your heart just for a swirl

                          With her to improve you don't need a pill
                            Just call on her... you certainly will

                              In every hostipal corridor or hall
                           She has the stuff... most welcome to all

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                                      JEANETTE THE STAR

                             Many a night at hours late
                                           All I do is wait and wait
                             For this shining star to reappear
                                  To shine so brilliant and so clear

                             A pleasant laugh completely free
                                     For all the patients and for me
                             May this pleasing brightful star
                                    Shine her light for long and far

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                                        NEW YEAR WISH

                               May this place for ever and ever
                        See doctors and nurses more clever than clever
                        And that they never feel the slightest bit odd
                        To ask for assistance from their boss and God

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                                         NEW DAY

                                On this morn as any other day
                                I just get up and slowly pray
                              And every day I'm greyer and older
                           My beliefs are growing bolder and bolder

                                 Somehow deep within my brain
                             There is this force with mighty gain
                              And I use this inspirational force
                            To find my start... to find my source

                                I somehow hope from now on in
                              I'll walk this path so razor thin
                              Please send me lots of inspiration
                             For this short life and its duration

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                                       LIGHT BUT HEAVY

                                         I am a ball
                                           Any size
                                        I fit any hole
                                  I am selfimposed fullness
                                    Sometimes I feel puffy

                                I roll easy because I am heavy
                              People like me because of my size
                                       I have no colour
                                         Mostly dirt
                                      I used to be shiny

                                  Now I'm scratched all over
                                I have no navel but am all eye
                                       I have no brain
                                         Just gravity
                                    Once I fell in a hole

                            I don't move until kicked in the guts
                                      This does not hurt
                                   I am mostly holes anyway
                                         Filling one
                                The atoms I am know this best

                                  I am a universe by itself
                                        I have no sun
                                          Just light
                                      I am a light ball
                                  People know me for my guts

                                   I am banged around a lot
                                  My equilibrium is perfect
                                         I never fall
                                     I am always dropped
                                My scratches make me invisible

                                  My surface keeps me going
                                 Don't ever wash or polish me
                                   You'll end up with zilch
                            People call me an all around good ball
                                       Solid and rare

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                                        OFFICE ROUTINE

                         Notwithstanding the fact that we are facing
                      temporary forces seemingly greater than ourselves
                         We try and try again and do our work our way
                                     We do not frustrate
                                      We do not despair

                         We know that these seemingly greater forces
                         do not see as clearly on our level as we do
                                     We do not blame them
                                        We understand
                                          And smile

                                  And whether we win or lose
                                      It does not matter

                          Because we fight our battle on their terms
                           With the weapon of rightness on our side
                                          Knowledge

                              And being the victors or defeated
                                     Is of no importance
                        For it is the glory of the battle that counts

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                                         OBSERVATIONS

                               What else could this writing be
                                     But pearls to swines
                               For men who are but busy eating
                                   With gapers full of food
                               While mumbling words of cheating
                                 With talk so base in thought
                                 Not worth the mere repeating

                             And stomachs so full and wide around
                                That genitals cannot be found

                                  With heads so full of fat
                                  Yet scheming raw deceiting
                              Yes such a loathsome form of life
                                   The animals are deleting

                                      And by what else
                             Could this so fine and literary art
                               Be but answered by burp and fart

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                                        MY MASTER ADAM

                                   Do I then do the dishes
                                 While you slyly sneak about
                                  Watching all that wiggles
                                    Beneath a pretty snout
                                  Ogling bouncing boobs that
                                   Seems so firm and stout

                                   Do I then carry garbage
                                   And do the wash to boot
                                  While you behave like Adam
                                   And care for me no hoot
                              For sure I'll fix your very crank
                                 And please your rotten root

                              I'll dress up like a dame you know
                                   In pure delight conceit
                             And pass on by your back porch stand
                                   And flare in pure deceit

                                    Your eyes will open up
                                 Until they are perfect round
                                  And I'll seduce encounter
                                   By flirt and sexy sound
                                   And then my master Adam
                              Your shrimp will grind the ground

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                                          DEDICATION

                                        She was a dame
                                     Beguiled with flair
                                    With subtle movements
                                      Bewitched and rare

                                      With face and eyes
                                 Inviting the deepest trance
                                       To male of sorts
                                     Who took the chance

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