March 26, 2008

What Frances Said

I wakened on my hot, hard bed;

Upon the pillow lay my head;

Beneath the pillow I could hear

My little watch was ticking clear.

I thought the throbbing of it went

Like my continual discontent;

I thought it said in every tick:

I am so sick, so sick, so sick:

O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,

Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...

Posted by Dr. Frank at March 26, 2008 02:40 AM | TrackBack


Get well soon?

Posted by: Leah at March 26, 2008 02:27 PM

Reminds me of Emily's fly, that watch. Miss U...

Posted by: Ms. B at March 27, 2008 07:37 PM

There was a man from Kentuckit...

Posted by: David at March 28, 2008 04:28 AM
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