when it rains out there
we smoke
in here
thirty of us
gradually
the dayroom fills
smoke descending from the ceiling
until the only air available
is gasped
by lying full length
on the floor
but still
we smoke
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 2 - student daze
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Yep, been there, back in the seventies and eighties you would have to shout a persons name to see if he was in the office as you could barley see through the room.
Those were the days, GF!! Those were the days.
Frank,
Another peek of a snippet of the days gone by! Your words in response to GF’s remind me of Mary Hopkin’s rendition of “Those were the days my friend, We thought they’d never end...”!
Thank you for the share!
~Laura~
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