isolationA Poem by knightcallwhen they are special we wear gloves and blue gowns sometimes masks we watch for signs telling us to do these things sometimes the heat of our bodies gets caught in the gowns and sweat rolls down from our brow down to the narrow of our chests i can remember an afraid intern who did his visit by telephone i thought he was gutless and i still do that guy always had a feeling that he was superior over me guess again Alexander Graham Bell guess again
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2 Reviews Added on July 14, 2011 Last Updated on July 14, 2011 AuthorknightcallShawnee Mission, KSAboutA trauma chaplain at an inner city hospital. Formerly a sportswriter, a native of Chicago. Now living in the Heartland. more..Writing
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