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C J Dennis - Lines Written in Hospital
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Upon a snowy bed I lie,
   Too placid to complain,
And watch the mad world rushing by
   Beyond my window-pane,
The traffic threading in and out --
And wonder what it`s all about.

I watch the loaded tramcars stream
   By dozens into town,
With men, each thinking of some scheme
   To take his neighbour down;
Each woman wond`ring what she`ll buy
At Frill and Fluffum`s bye and bye.

Down in the street I hear the talk
   Of people passing by,
They chatter, chatter as they walk
   Of all thins `neath the sky
Of trade, of sport, of foolish things
That lack of clear reflection brings.

Placid I said I was -- but no;
   For all this seems to me --
This madly rushing to and fro --
   Just sheer futility.
And, as I choke with rising wrath,
The nurse says, "Time to take your broth."
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