Poem -

Workers

Health care workers are over stretched
I bet you couldn’t guess
They need a hug
They need a tug
To do the work
That nobody cares about 
They try to help 
They try to advise
They try to offer a dollar and a dine 
Give us a break 
We struggle too
It’s not easy 
To complete the long list of tasks
That we do 

 

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Richard Waters

" CONTRIBUTORS " rather than " NEGATORS " !!! Proud to deliver on promise, as well as develop " IT " further !! :) :) Right ?

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Richard Waters

Even at...." The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas " IF such a " thing " exists, or interests, as speculated upon, beyond a " MOVIE " requiring a " little extra " to make ends meet. There. IF, " metaphors " create a yearning....for, more. Surely so ?
Take care, wherever you " end up "..... or, not !!! :)

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Richard Waters

" ACES HIGH "  teaches that concern, making " IT " bearable, IF, you, are willing to be " shot down in flames " IN THE RIGHT WAY. To, learn lessons of what can go on. :) :) Within " LIFE " !
AIM HIGH....why don't you ? :) X

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Being Me

Well done for hi lighting the hard work all people in the health care sector are doing. It is especially difficult at the moment. (I don't understand the previous comments) x

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