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Waiting in the waiting room, Waiting to see the doctor. Seconds drag by endlessly. When will it be my turn? People sit by people. Each one in their own head. Don’t talk to your neighbour. Not if you can help it. See someone you know there. How are you? I’m very well. What you doing here then? That could have been, my turn. Young mums bring in pushchairs, Not safe to leave outside these days Toddlers charging round and round, Or play with something noisy. Frail old lady sits down. Elderly lady fusses round. Note the age difference. Yes of course. That must be the daughter. Been here much too long, now. Patience wearing very thin. I’m watching more than reading. Safe behind my paperback.
09th September 1999
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