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BRIGHTON GARDENS ... ... is a white lie. Residents know It's not the seaside. Snared in wheel chairs They're trapped inside. Dumped by Busy kids praying The family wealth Outlasts their parents Dwindling health. Forgetful minds In rooms stuffed With memory and odors. Unasked, caring staff Mask them with fresh smells. "Never mind,Dearie", They say kindly. In the wreckage of life Self esteem Is a salvage operation. |
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