Philip Carter

(London)

Giving Blood


My arm is flat, the needle poised
To stab into my vein
People ask why I do it
It must involve some pain
I tell them that I do it
Because I know I can
If it gives someone a better life
Then I'm definitely a fan
Giving blood is no great deal
I've donated quite a lot
I won't miss the pint I give
From the nine or so I've got
So if you want some biscuits
And a cup of tea
Pop along and give some blood
And both of them are free.

Submitted: Thursday, December 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, December 07, 2012

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Been giving blood for years, this may encourage others to do it too.

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