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Reality

a poem related to AFTER MADNESS.

30th DEC 2009 blog

I have been writing my autobiography. It sounds mad to me, never mind anyone else. Perhaps that's why I get permanent Disability Living Allowance.

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 4 - I Don't Like Crowds.

My next memory is of being in a large room with a stage at one end and high windows and ceiling. On the stage was the woman.

Was That You Margaret?

A poem relating to AFTER MADNESS

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 3 - I Don't Like crowds.

My memories of the woman's death are fragmented. I remember being at the top of the stairs with a woman who was holding me in her arms.

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