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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Just When You Thought It Was Safe....

APOLOGIES
First of all I must apologise to all of you, for not posting anything for so long. However, now that I'm back, I'm going to post a couple of things. The first one, which I will post right now, should give you an idea of where I'm at.
I'M FIGHTING BACK
I've got a diagnostic army in my head
feels like soldiers made of plastic, tin and lead.
They are marching up and down to find my brain
and a chemical brigade invades my vein.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

Of course, when the diagnosis didn't work
they sent for the Neuro-Surgeon Doctor Burke.
Who wanted to drill a hole into my head
It's a simple operation, so he said.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

So I took my head to see another Quack
all he did was stick a needle in my back.
But hey, even if and when, they find my brain
I'll hide my mind, my soul, my memory lane.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack- attack! I'm fighting back!

Next time they're going to scan me, front and back
but please, don't send me to that Quack 'Flat-tyre Jack!'
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I won't come back!
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5 comments:

  1. Ouch. This seems painful. Please take care

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  2. Darn! Not fun!

    "even if and when, they find my brain
    I'll hide my mind, my soul, my memory lane."

    Cool line!

    Hang in there!

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  3. Keep fighting - but put it on ice for Christmas (must be plemnty about right now?). I hope this thing works its way out.
    All the best.

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  4. Brim over I agree but I think the brief should have more info then it has.

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  5. Again a fair post. Thank your achates

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