Poetry
Out Of My Window
by Stuart Wilkinson
Like the candle
That fell out of my window
Is there anything quite like it
When I walk into the ward
With my blue candle
What will they think
Would it be something I could handle
Well I'd like you to know
When you think I'm unwell
I'll be playing my guitar
Peering from my window.
© Stuart Wilkinson 1990
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