Tuesday, February 14, 2006

In The Hospital Waiting Room Comments

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Not feeling like a chat that afternoon
in the hospital waiting room, I sat
at the back in a row of empty chairs.
I didn’t have long to wait before
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Pete Crowther
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Anna Russell 23 February 2006

I am going to make a sign out of this poem and wear it round my neck the next time I'm in a waiting roon/on a train/standing in a queue... Hugs Anna xxx

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Scarborough Gypsy 18 February 2006

I agree with everything Raynette said (including the sign on my forehead) . Great poem. What op? ? ? ? You didn't tell me but listened to all my moaning about mine. Naughty, naughty man. Love Gyp's

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Raynette Eitel 15 February 2006

I could identify with this, Peter. I seem to have a sign on my forehead that says 'Talk to me. I'll listen, ' and so I attract all sorts. You wrote this well but I think it should have been named 'I Didn't Want To Know.' Raynette

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A. B. 15 February 2006

I loved reading this one. I'm glad your wife came and saved you before that guy bored you to death :) . Peace.

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Julia Klimenova 15 February 2006

Thank you for writing about things I don't want to know, but can't help thinking about. Julia

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Gina Onyemaechi 15 February 2006

Glad to see I'm not the only one who feels like this in these situations, Pete. Warmly, Gina.

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Poetry Hound 15 February 2006

Yes, a slice of life, an unpleasant encounter redeemed by being made into a poem.

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Emma Johnson 15 February 2006

A piece of life, poetically sliced. Lovely. Susie.

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