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  The nurses don't stroll they stride Resolutely and proudly kenwsimpson,blogspot,com

A mixture of feelings from joy to sadness of dreaming dismally which is hardly useful and living vicariously. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Moods vary dramatically like.the.winds that bellow distractedly tumbling forth to disappear into the air. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Remembered faces and places appear before disappearing in the mists of time. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com .

The night's excesses exposed. to remorseful mornings. kenwsimpsblogspot,com 

Dilapidated days of hostility  and rage when the wells of desolation  overflow and dismal moments  decompose the moon gleams down  on the highway of sighs  and the day gives way to the phantoms of the night. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com