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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Little Beyond the Eleven Thousandth, Two Hundred and Twenty Eighth Charred Bridge...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">she said, <br>I can't believe<br>you didn't come<br>to see me<br>in the hospital! <br>'Did so.<br>You were unconscious.'<br>You did NOT! <br>Where was my room? <br>'Right down the hall<br>from the nurse's station.<br>There was a bed<br>& a t.v. mounted on the wall.<br>See? I visited.'<br>You are a sack<br>of lying pigshit! <br>That's any fucking<br>hospital room <br>on earth! <br>I was dying, <br>didn't you realize<br>I was dying? ? <br>I could have<br>DIED, I was<br>DYING...! ! '<br>'Okay, okay, <br>the truth<br>is I'm saving<br>all my energy<br>for the tombstone.<br>I want to sit<br>there every day<br>& apologize<br>& regret<br>& apologize<br>from the time<br>the first sparrow chirps<br>to the last crackhead<br>wakes in the evening<br>and screams out <br>what his veins<br>and his gerbil-brain<br>are saying over & over<br>into his wife's ears.<br>I'm planning my<br>retirement around it.<br>I even have the chair<br>picked out, it's<br>got a space<br>for a beer can<br>and a remote control<br>built into it.<br>Real classy.'<br>'You are going<br>to rot in Hell.'<br>'Honey, hell<br>would be worth it <br>just to see <br>someone else<br>have the last word<br>just once.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=W.B.+Keckler">W.B. Keckler</a><div class=q>
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I can't believe
you didn't come
to see me
in the hospital! 
'Did so.
You were unconscious.'
You did NOT! 
Where was my room? 
'Right down the hall
from the nurse's station.
There was a bed
& a t.v. mounted on the wall.
See? I visited.'
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